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wannabees and aries wildcats brawl
By: awesome aries Date: March 9, 2025, 1:35 pm
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The Brawl
Katharine McPhee vs Jayden Bartels
The heavy lock on the doors sealed the room, and with it, the
fates of the eighteen women on either side. Katharine McPhee’s
slap to Jayden Bartels had been the spark, but the explosion
came with Jayden’s gasp for air, clutching her stomach as she
staggered back.
“You’re going to regret that, you ancient hag!” Jayden growled,
charging forward. She grabbed Katharine by the hair and yanked
viciously, trying to bend her rival’s head back. Katharine,
seasoned and unshaken, drove the point of her elbow into
Jayden’s ribs, eliciting a sharp cry before spinning her around
and throwing her to the ground. The impact echoed through the
ballroom, silencing everyone for a heartbeat. Then chaos
erupted.
Dakota Fanning vs. Elle Fanning
The sisters were the first to clash, as though drawn together by
some invisible force. Dakota’s lips curled into a sneer.
“Finally, I get to put you in your place,” she said, her voice
cold and biting.
Elle’s eyes flashed with fury. “You’ve been jealous of me for
years. Let’s settle it.”
Elle swung first, a wild slap aimed at Dakota’s cheek, but
Dakota ducked under it, grabbing her younger sister by the waist
and slamming her into the wall. Elle groaned in pain, but Dakota
didn’t relent, pinning her with a forearm across her throat.
Elle clawed at Dakota’s arm, her nails raking red lines into her
sister’s skin. With a growl, Elle drove her knee up into
Dakota’s stomach, forcing her to stumble back. Elle seized the
opening, grabbing Dakota by the hair and throwing her to the
floor. She followed up with a stomp to Dakota’s midsection,
earning a pained cry.
Ariana Grande vs. Jenna Ortega
Meanwhile, Ariana Grande and Jenna Ortega circled each other.
Ariana’s movements were quick and precise, a result of her dance
training, while Jenna’s stance was steady and calculating, honed
by her recent action roles.
“You’re not as tough as you act,” Ariana taunted, throwing a
quick jab that grazed Jenna’s cheek. Jenna’s response was
swift—a hook to Ariana’s left breast that made her wince.
Ariana’s speed came into play as she ducked under Jenna’s next
punch, sweeping her legs out from under her. Jenna hit the
ground hard but rolled away before Ariana could follow up,
springing to her feet. Jenna lunged, tackling Ariana and pinning
her to the floor. Ariana bucked and twisted, managing to free
herself, but Jenna’s strength was beginning to show as she kept
the Awesome Aries pinned beneath her.
Chloe Grace Moretz vs. Genevieve Hannelius
Chloe and Genevieve locked eyes across the room and wasted no
time. Genevieve was the first to strike, leaping at Chloe with a
flying tackle. Chloe barely managed to stay on her feet,
gritting her teeth as Genevieve’s momentum forced her back.
“You’re out of your league,” Chloe snarled, delivering a hard
punch to Genevieve’s ribs. Genevieve grunted but countered with
a headbutt that left Chloe momentarily dazed. Seizing the
advantage, Genevieve grabbed Chloe by the hair and yanked her
head down, driving her knee deep into Chloe’s stomach.
Chloe’s knees buckled, but she caught herself, using the
momentum to slam her shoulder into Genevieve’s midsection,
sending them both crashing to the floor. They rolled, pulling
hair, trading blows, each trying to gain the upper hand.
Debby Ryan vs. Brec Bassinger
Debby Ryan, with her background in boxing, squared off against
the spirited Brec Bassinger. Brec came in fast, throwing a
flurry of punches that Debby blocked with practiced ease.
“You’ll have to do better than that,” Debby said, smirking as
she countered with a hard jab that snapped Brec’s head back. The
younger woman staggered but recovered quickly, ducking under
Debby’s next punch and driving her shoulder into Debby’s
stomach.
Debby stumbled but didn’t fall, instead grabbing Brec by the
shoulders and shoving her back. Brec retaliated with a wild
swing that caught Debby on the cheek, leaving a red mark.
Enraged, Debby threw a powerful uppercut that connected with
Brec’s jaw, sending her sprawling to the floor.
Miranda Cosgrove vs. Cree Cicchino
Miranda and Cree’s fight was a whirlwind of energy, with Cree’s
dynamic movements keeping Miranda on the defensive.
“You’re too slow,” Cree taunted, ducking under one of Miranda’s
punches and delivering a sharp kick to her shin. Miranda hissed
in pain but didn’t back down, retaliating with a slap that
echoed through the room.
Cree’s grin faltered as Miranda grabbed her by the hair, yanking
her head back before delivering a knee to her stomach. Cree
gasped but managed to twist free, delivering a spinning kick
that caught Miranda on the shoulder, sending her stumbling.
Katherine McNamara vs. Sadie Sink
Katherine and Sadie wasted no time, their clash marked by raw
intensity. Katherine’s combat training gave her an edge, but
Sadie’s resilience was impossible to ignore.
Katherine landed the first blow, a sharp punch to the pit of
Sadie’s stomach that doubled her over. She followed up with a
knee to Sadie’s chest, sending her sprawling. But Sadie wasn’t
done. She grabbed Katherine’s ankle, yanking her off balance and
sending her crashing to the floor.
Sadie climbed on top, raining down punches, but Katherine’s
training kicked in. She caught Sadie’s wrist, twisting it
painfully before flipping their positions. Now on top, Katherine
pinned Sadie’s arms to the floor, her dominance clear.
Mallory James Mahoney vs. Mackenzie Ziegler
Mallory and Mackenzie’s fight was a display of agility and
precision. Mackenzie’s dance-trained legs were her primary
weapon, delivering a series of kicks that Mallory struggled to
avoid.
“You think you’re tough?” Mackenzie sneered, landing a kick to
Mallory’s side that left a bruise. But Mallory wasn’t
intimidated. She caught Mackenzie’s leg mid-kick, twisting it
and sending her opponent to the floor.
Mallory pounced, pinning Mackenzie’s arms and delivering a
violent slap that left Mackenzie’s cheek red. But Mackenzie
wasn’t out yet. She bucked her hips, throwing Mallory off and
scrambling to her feet, ready to continue.
Lauren Donzis vs. Maddie Ziegler
Lauren circled Maddie cautiously, her jaw clenched as she
studied her opponent. Maddie, her dancer’s grace evident in
every movement, smirked as she feinted forward, causing Lauren
to flinch. “Scared already?” Maddie taunted.
Lauren snarled in response, lunging forward with a sudden burst
of aggression. Maddie sidestepped and delivered a spinning kick
to Lauren’s midsection, sending her stumbling back. Lauren
regrouped quickly, tackling Maddie to the floor. The two rolled
across the carpet in a tight catball, hair-pulling and trading
sharp slaps. Maddie used her legs to trap Lauren in a scissor
hold, squeezing mercilessly as Lauren clawed at her thighs,
desperate to escape. With a pained grunt, Lauren finally managed
to twist free, retaliating with a brutal punch to Maddie’s ribs.
The fight raged on, both women leaving everything on the floor.
Maddie’s precision and stamina quickly took over and proved too
much. Pinning Lauren beneath her, Maddie forced her opponent on
her back and lowered her breasts onto Lauren's face suffocating
her with a humiliating breast smother. Lauren, unable to break
free starting kicking her legs wildly as she gasped for air. As
Lauren's movement began to subside, Maddie lifted her breast up
breaking the tight seal letting Lauren gasp in some breaths.
Meg Donnelly vs. Anna Cathcart
Meg and Anna squared off in a corner of the room, the stark
contrast between Meg’s confidence and Anna’s nervous energy
creating an intriguing dynamic. “Give up before you get hurt?”
Meg taunted, cracking her knuckles.
Anna bit her lip but didn’t back down. She darted forward,
landing a quick jab to Meg’s shoulder before retreating out of
reach. Meg chuckled darkly, unimpressed. She lunged, grabbing
Anna by the arm and spinning her into a wall. The impact left
Anna dazed, and Meg capitalized, slamming her knee into Anna’s
stomach.
Anna fought back valiantly, landing a solid punch to Meg’s cheek
that left the older woman momentarily stunned. But Meg’s
experience and physicality soon overwhelmed Anna. A powerful
body slam to the floor left Anna sprawled and dazed, clutching
her aching ribs as Meg stood over her then stomped her foot into
Anna's gut.
Ashley Benson vs. Madison Pettis
Ashley and Madison wasted no time, locking up in a fierce
grapple that showcased their raw strength. Madison’s fiery
determination was evident as she pushed Ashley back, but the
older woman’s experience gave her the edge as she planted her
foot into the floor.
Breaking free from Madison’s grip, Ashley delivered a series of
punishing punches to her opponent’s midsection, each blow
forcing a grunt of pain from Madison. Refusing to back down,
Madison retaliated with a brutal uppercut that snapped Ashley’s
head back. The two traded vicious blows, neither willing to give
an inch.
Ashley’s superior strength immediately became apparent. A
powerful clothesline sent Madison crashing to the ground, and
Ashley quickly followed up, straddling her opponent and raining
down punches. Madison, her face starting to swell and blood
flowing from her nose, managed to roll until she was face down
while Ashley pushed on the back of her head.
Jodie Sweetin vs. Darci Lynne Farmer
Jodie approached Darci with a mix of caution and confidence, the
age difference between them creating an intriguing dynamic.
Darci, smaller but scrappy, darted around Jodie, landing quick
jabs and slaps that kept the older woman on edge.
“Stay still, you little brat,” Jodie growled, lunging forward
and catching Darci in a bear hug. She squeezed tightly, lifting
the younger woman off the ground as Darci squirmed and kicked in
protest. Desperate, Darci raked her nails across Jodie’s face,
forcing her to let go with a curse.
The fight continued with Darci using her agility to evade
Jodie’s powerful strikes, landing hits of her own whenever she
saw an opening. But Jodie’s strength took over as she grabbed
Darci and threw hr against a wall, she delivered a flurry of
punches that left the younger woman slumped and fading.
Kiernan Shipka vs. Julianna Grace LeBlanc (Annie LeBlanc)
Kiernan and Annie circled each other, their eyes locked in a
battle of wills. Kiernan struck first, her movements swift and
precise as she landed a series of quick punches to Annie’s
torso. Annie grunted but retaliated with a high kick that caught
Kiernan off guard, sending her stumbling back.
“Not bad,” Kiernan admitted, wiping blood from her lip. She
charged forward, tackling Annie to the ground. The two rolled
across the floor, their limbs tangled as they fought for
dominance. Annie managed to flip Kiernan onto her back, pinning
her momentarily, but Kiernan’s determination and skill shone
through. She twisted free and locked Annie in a crushing
headlock.
Annie squirmed but the headlock was tight as Kierman rag dolled
Annie around the room.
Lily Collins vs. Olivia Haschak
Lily and Olivia’s fight was a battle of contrasts—Lily’s
elegance and poise against Olivia’s raw strength and resilience.
Olivia struck first, landing a powerful punch to Lily’s stomach
that left her gasping. But Lily quickly recovered, dodging
Olivia’s next attack and delivering a sharp kick to her
opponent’s thigh.
The fight was evenly matched, with both women landing
significant blows. Olivia used her size to her advantage,
cornering Lily and raining down punches. But Lily’s agility
allowed her to escape, and she countered with a spinning kick
that caught Olivia square in the jaw.
Skai Jackson vs. Francesca Capaldi
Skai and Francesca wasted no time, their animosity evident as
they lunged at each other. Francesca’s fiery personality was on
full display as she pulled Skai’s hair and slapped her
viciously. Skai responded with a punch to Francesca’s nose,
drawing a trickle of blood.
The two rolled across the floor in a wild catball, their screams
and curses filling the room. Skai managed to gain the upper
hand, pinning Francesca beneath her and delivering a series of
sharp slaps to her face. Francesca clawed at Skai’s arms, but
her resistance was futile.
Francesca managed to buck her hips and threw Skai off to the
side.
Chandler Kinney vs. Olivia Sanabia
Chandler and Olivia squared off, their determination evident as
they circled each other. Chandler struck first, her athleticism
on full display as she landed a high kick to Olivia’s shoulder.
Olivia grunted but retaliated with a punch to Chandler’s ribs.
The fight was fast-paced and intense, with both women trading
blows and grappling for dominance. Olivia managed to trap
Chandler in a corner, landing a series of punches that left her
opponent dazed. But Chandler rallied, using her legs to sweep
Olivia off her feet.
Laura Marano vs. Madisyn Shipman
Laura and Madisyn’s fight was a clash of grit and physicality.
Laura’s determination was evident as she charged at Madisyn,
tackling her to the ground. The two rolled across the floor,
trading punches and slaps.
Madisyn managed to pin Laura briefly, landing several punches to
her opponent’s breasts and stomach. But Laura’s resilience shone
through as she broke free, delivering a powerful punch to
Madisyn’s jaw that left her reeling.
Laura was on her in a flash landing a brutal series of body
punches that knocked the air from Madisyn. Laura landed two
solid kicks to the thigh then launches a spinning back kick but
Madisyn leaned back and landed a punch to Laura's jaw and the
Aries Featherweight went down in a tangled mess of arms and
legs.
Bailee Madison vs. Sierra Haschak
Bailee and Sierra’s fight was a showcase of skill and energy.
Sierra’s youthful enthusiasm was evident as she darted around
Bailee, landing quick jabs and kicks. But Bailee’s experience
and conditioning gave her the edge.
Catching Sierra mid-dash, Bailee delivered a punishing knee to
her stomach, followed by a sharp elbow to the her back of her
head. Sierra grunted in pain but refused to back down,
countering with a high kick that grazed Bailee’s cheek.
The fight ended with Bailee locking Sierra in a crushing body
scissors, forcing the younger woman to tap out.
Katharine McPhee vs. Jayden Bartels
The two women collided with ferocity, Jayden’s smaller frame
allowing her to duck under Katharine’s guard and slam a series
of punches into her ribs. Katharine grunted in pain but grabbed
a fistful of Jayden’s hair, yanking her head back violently
before driving her knee into the younger woman’s stomach. Jayden
doubled over, gasping for air, but she clawed at Katharine’s
arms, leaving red streaks on her skin.
“Cheap little brat,” Katharine growled, throwing Jayden to the
mat.
Katharine pounced, straddling Jayden and raining down punches,
her fists connecting with brutal precision. Jayden managed to
block a few strikes, but a hard left opened a cut above her
eyebrow, blood trickling down her face. Refusing to stay down,
Jayden bucked her hips, twisting her body to throw Katharine off
balance. She succeeded, scrambling to her feet as Katharine rose
more slowly, wiping sweat and blood from her brow.
The fight took a savage turn as Jayden, fueled by adrenaline,
charged at Katharine with reckless abandon. She tackled the
older woman, slamming her into the wall before driving her elbow
into Katharine’s jaw. Katharine’s head snapped back, and blood
sprayed from her mouth, staining her teeth. Jayden smelled
victory and swung wildly, landing a punch that sent Katharine
stumbling.
But Katharine wasn’t done. With a roar, she grabbed Jayden by
the throat and shoved her back, slamming her into the wall.
Jayden gasped for air, clawing at Katharine’s wrist as the older
woman delivered a punishing series of body blows each blow
landing with a sickening smack. The younger fighter’s cries of
pain echoed through the room, but she refused to give in.
Summoning every ounce of strength, Jayden drove her knee up,
catching Katharine in the stomach and forcing her to stagger
back.
Both women stood bloodied and battered, their breaths ragged as
they circled each other both already on unsteady legs.
Dakota Fanning vs. Elle Fanning
Dakota rolled away, clutching her stomach, but Elle was
relentless. She pounced, straddling her older sister and landing
vicious slaps to Dakota’s face, her nails leaving fresh
scratches on her already bruised cheeks. Dakota snarled and
managed to grab Elle’s wrists, twisting her body to reverse
their positions. Now on top, Dakota wrapped her hands around
Elle’s throat, squeezing just enough to make her dominance
clear.
Elle’s legs shot up in desperation, her heels digging into
Dakota’s back. With a sudden burst of strength, Elle twisted her
body and flung Dakota off her. The sisters scrambled to their
feet, breathing heavily, their eyes burning with hatred. Dakota
lunged, tackling Elle to the ground once more, but this time
Elle managed to wrap her legs around Dakota’s head in a tight
scissor hold.
Dakota thrashed wildly, her hands clawing at Elle’s thighs as
her face turned red from the pressure. Elle’s legs were steel,
her toned muscles from years of dance and training holding her
sister immobile. “Give up!” Elle hissed through gritted teeth,
tightening her grip.
Dakota’s muffled cries filled the air, but she refused to tap.
“Elle, stop!” Dakota screamed. “You’re going to break my ribs!
Please, let me go!”
Elle’s face twisted in a mix of fury and anguish. “Not until you
admits I’m better!” she shouted. Dakota, stubborn to the end,
shook her head defiantly, her movements growing weaker. “Fuck
you, Elle. I'll never give in to you!”
Moments later, Dakota’s body went limp, her arms falling to her
sides. Elle released her hold, panting heavily as she got to her
knees as she stared down at her unconscious sister lifting her
head until Dakota's eyes fluttered.
“Good! Spat Elle. Let this be a lesson to never mess with me
again.”
Finally, Elle stood, her body trembling. She looked at her
fallen sister and whispered, “I told you I’d win.” But the
victory tasted hollow, the cost of their rivalry etched into
both their bruised and battered faces.
Ariana Grande vs. Jenna Ortega
Ariana twisted beneath Jenna’s weight, her lithe body writhing
to find an escape. With a surge of energy, she brought her knee
up sharply between Jenna’s legs. Jenna howled in pain, and
Ariana used the moment to shove her off, scrambling to her feet.
“You’ll regret that,” Ariana hissed, wiping sweat from her brow.
Jenna was already charging, but Ariana sidestepped her, grabbing
Jenna’s hair and yanking her backward. Jenna cried out as Ariana
slammed her face-first into the ground. Ariana straddled her
back, her hands gripping Jenna’s hair to slam her face against
the floor again, leaving a trickle of blood from her nose.
Jenna, groaning, managed to twist onto her back and kick Ariana
away. Both women stood, breathing hard, their bodies marked with
bruises. Jenna lunged again, aiming for Ariana’s legs, but
Ariana leaped over her and spun behind her opponent.
In a blur of movement, Ariana wrapped her arms around Jenna’s
neck and dragged her to the floor. With a quick maneuver, she
straddled Jenna’s chest, pinning her arms beneath her knees.
Jenna bucked wildly, but Ariana’s thighs held her in place.
Ariana leaned forward, her face inches from Jenna’s. “Give up,”
she demanded, her tone low and commanding.
“Never,” Jenna spat, glaring defiantly.
Ariana smirked. “Fine, have it your way.” She shifted forward,
planting her hips firmly over Jenna’s face, her toned thighs
locking Jenna’s head in place. Jenna thrashed and kicked,
muffled cries escaping beneath Ariana’s weight.
“Submit, Jenna,” Ariana said, grinding her hips slightly to
maintain control. “Or I’ll make this even worse for you.”
Jenna’s movements grew frantic, her oxygen dwindling as her nose
was buried in Ariana's womanhood. The humiliation was
unbearable, but so was the pressure. Finally, Jenna’s struggles
weakened until her arms fell limp at her sides. Ariana stood up
slowly, planting a foot on Jenna’s chest, her hands raised in
victory.
Chloe Grace Moretz vs Genevieve Hannelius
Chloe groaned as Genevieve managed to wrestle her way on top,
pinning Chloe’s arms down with surprising strength. "Face it,
Chloe," Genevieve sneered. "You're not nearly as tough as you
think."
Genevieve drove her fist into Chloe’s face, the impact snapping
Chloe’s head back. Blood gushed from Chloe’s nose, staining her
upper lip red. Genevieve didn’t stop, landing another punch that
split Chloe’s bottom lip. Chloe grimaced in pain, her vision
blurring as Genevieve’s punches rained down.
"Stay down!" Genevieve shouted, her confidence growing as she
leaned in to land another blow.
But something ignited in Chloe. Summoning her strength, she
twisted her hips and bucked violently, dislodging Genevieve and
sending her sprawling onto her side. Chloe wiped the blood from
her face, her expression dark and determined as she got to her
feet.
Genevieve charged at her, fists raised, but Chloe ducked the
wild swing and countered with a devastating right cross. The
punch connected perfectly with Genevieve’s jaw, snapping her
head to the side with a sickening crack. Genevieve’s body
stiffened, her eyes rolling back as she collapsed to the floor
in an unconscious heap.
Chloe stood over her fallen opponent, her chest heaving, blood
dripping from her battered face. "Not so tough now, are you?"
she muttered, wiping her swollen lip with the back of her hand.
She glanced around at the onlookers, defiance in her eyes.
Despite her injuries, Chloe raised a fist in victory, bloodied
but unbroken. The room erupted in cheers as she staggered out of
the fight zone, victorious and proud of her resilience.
Debby Ryan vs. Brec Bassinger
Debby and Brec stood toe to toe in the center of the room,
trading thunderous punches that echoed through the space.
Debby’s seasoned boxing skills showed in her crisp, accurate
strikes, while Brec’s fiery determination drove her relentless
attack. Their punches landed with brutal force—body shots,
hooks, and uppercuts connecting as sweat and spit flew from
their faces.
Brec landed a crushing hook to Debby’s jaw, forcing her to
stumble back. Debby fired back with a vicious right hand to
Brec’s ribs, making her grunt in pain but refuse to back down.
Both fighters were on wobbly legs, their faces swollen and red,
but neither willing to give an inch.
With a fierce growl, Brec threw an uppercut aimed squarely at
Debby’s chest. The blow connected hard, driving into Debby’s
jugs and making her gasp in agony. She clutched her chest for a
moment, only for Brec to follow up with a punishing left-right
combo to her face, snapping Debby’s head back.
Debby staggered but rallied, her eyes blazing with
determination. She unleashed a furious flurry of punches,
alternating between Brec’s head and body. Each blow drove Brec
further back, her guard faltering under the relentless assault.
A crushing right hook sent Brec reeling into the wall, her back
hitting it with a thud.
Seizing her moment, Debby cocked her fist and delivered a brutal
uppercut to Brec’s gut. The younger woman let out a choked cry
as the air rushed from her lungs, her body folding in two.
Before Brec could recover, Debby followed up with a devastating
knee to the face. The impact snapped Brec’s head back, her body
going limp as she crumpled to the floor in a heap.
Breathing heavily, Debby wiped the sweat from her brow, her
victory hard-earned. She stood over Brec’s unconscious form,
raising her fists in triumph as the room erupted in shocked
murmurs and scattered applause.
Miranda Cosgrove vs. Cree Cicchino
Miranda Cosgrove and Cree Cicchino squared off, the tension
between them was thick as they nodded in agreement. Miranda made
the first move, her calm demeanor vanishing as she launched a
spinning back kick that connected squarely with Cree’s chest.
The impact sent Cree sprawling to the floor, the room echoing
with gasps of shock.
Standing over her, Miranda sneered, “Get your immature little
ass up and take your beating like a real woman.”
Cree’s eyes burned with fury as she scrambled to her feet,
wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand. “You’re gonna
regret that,” she hissed, her voice low and venomous.
Before Miranda could react, Cree exploded forward with lightning
speed, delivering a flurry of punches that hammered into
Miranda’s face and ribs. A sharp kick to Miranda’s side made her
stumble, her arms dropping slightly as Cree capitalized on the
opening. Miranda tried to regain her footing, but Cree closed
the distance, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her into
a brutal knee strike.
Cree’s knee slammed into Miranda’s stomach, doubling her over
with a pained grunt. Another knee followed, this time smashing
into Miranda’s ribs, then her breasts, each strike drawing cries
of pain. Miranda’s legs wobbled as she struggled to stay
upright, but Cree showed no mercy, driving her knee repeatedly
into Miranda’s face. Blood sprayed from Miranda’s nose and
mouth, staining her shirt and splattering onto the floor.
Grabbing two fistfuls of Miranda’s hair, Cree yanked her head
back, sneering down at her dazed opponent. “You want to mock me
now?” Cree growled before yanking Miranda’s head forward,
slamming a final devastating knee into her face.
Miranda collapsed to the floor in a lifeless heap, blood pooling
beneath her. Cree stood over her fallen opponent, breathing
heavily, her dominance absolute as she surveyed the destruction
she’d caused.
Katherine McNamara vs. Sadie Sink
Sadie, quickly fading, clawed her fingers into Katherine's
auburn hair, twisting viciously and pulling with all her
strength. Katherine yelped in pain as chunks of hair were ripped
free, her head forced awkwardly to the side. “You little shit!”
Katherine shrieked, her voice thick with rage.
Sadie grinned wickedly, releasing Katherine’s hair only to jab a
finger into her eye. Katherine recoiled, crying out and covering
her face. Sadie took full advantage, delivering a stinging slap
to Katherine’s cheek that left a bright red mark.
Before Katherine could recover, Sadie launched herself forward,
tackling her back down to the ground. Straddling Katherine,
Sadie unleashed a barrage of slaps and punches, each blow
snapping Katherine’s head back. “I thought you were supposed to
be tough! You’re just a pathetic little pussy!” Sadie sneered,
her voice dripping with mockery.
Sadie pulled her arm back, winding up for a brutal punch to end
it, but Katherine’s instincts kicked in. Her hand shot up,
catching Sadie’s wrist mid-swing. With a sharp twist, Katherine
rolled on top, reversing their positions.
“I am tough, you cheating little bitch!” Katherine hissed, her
voice low and menacing. Her red, swollen eye was nearly shut,
but it didn’t slow her down. She rained down punches, each one
landing with a sickening thud. Sadie squirmed beneath her, arms
pinned above her head, but Katherine was relentless.
As Sadie’s resistance faltered, Katherine adjusted, pinning her
wrists firmly and wrapping her powerful legs around Sadie’s.
Slowly, deliberately, she began to spread Sadie’s legs apart.
Sadie screamed in panic, her inner thighs burning as her legs
were forced wider and wider. “Stop! Please, stop!” Sadie cried,
tears streaming down her face. “I quit! I quit! Please let me
go!”
Katherine smirked in triumph. Releasing Sadie’s legs, she leaned
down and delivered a devastating headbutt that knocked Sadie out
cold. With her opponent lying motionless beneath her, Katherine
stood tall, victorious and unshaken.
Mallory James Mahoney vs. Mackenzie Ziegler
Mackenzie, her cheek burning from Mallory's slap, locked eyes
with her opponent. Fury flashed in her gaze as she wiped the
corner of her mouth, a faint smirk forming. "You’re going to
regret that," Mackenzie growled, advancing on Mallory with
purpose.
Mallory lunged forward, aiming a wild punch, but Mackenzie
sidestepped smoothly, grabbing Mallory’s wrist and twisting it
behind her back. Mallory yelped in pain, her free hand clawing
desperately at Mackenzie’s arm. "Not so tough now, are you?"
Mackenzie sneered, shoving Mallory to her knees.
Before Mallory could recover, Mackenzie spun her around and
forced her onto her back, straddling her with ease. She pinned
Mallory’s arms above her head, leaning down close. "You thought
you could take me? Big mistake." Mackenzie taunted, her voice
dripping with disdain.
Mallory bucked wildly beneath her, but Mackenzie had complete
control. She shifted her weight, her thighs locking tightly
around Mallory’s head in a brutal headscissors. Mallory’s face
reddened as Mackenzie applied pressure, her thighs flexing like
steel cables. Mallory clawed at Mackenzie’s legs, but her
strength was fading fast.
"Give it up, Mallory," Mackenzie demanded, her tone firm yet
mocking. Mallory’s muffled cries filled the air as she struggled
to breathe, her face buried in Mackenzie's crotch with her hands
weakly slapping against Mackenzie’s thighs.
"Please!" Mallory finally gasped, her voice trembling. "I… I
give! Please stop!"
Mackenzie loosened the hold just enough to smirk down at her.
"Beg louder. I didn’t hear you."
Mallory whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "I beg you!
Please stop! You win! You’re better than me!"
Satisfied, Mackenzie released her hold, standing tall and
placing a foot triumphantly on Mallory’s left breast her toes
digging into the soft flesh. "Remember this next time you think
about messing with me," she said, reveling in her dominance as
Mallory lay humiliated and defeated at her feet.
Lauren Donzis vs. Maddie Ziegler
As Lauren’s vision blurred beneath the suffocating pressure of
Maddie’s firm breasts, panic set in. Just as she thought she
might pass out, Maddie leaned back, smirking down at her.
“Are we doing okay, Lauren? You look a little flustered,” Maddie
taunted, her voice dripping with mock concern.
Lauren gasped loudly, sucking in desperate breaths, her chest
heaving. “I’ll pay you back, you miserable bit—”
Before she could finish, Maddie slammed her breasts back down
onto Lauren’s face with a resounding smack, cutting her off
mid-sentence. Maddie rolled her shoulders with deliberate
cruelty, her perky, firm breasts slapping the sides of Lauren’s
flushed face. As she pressed down again, Maddie grinned, feeling
Lauren’s muffled protests grow weaker.
But Lauren wasn’t finished yet.
With a surge of determination, Lauren’s legs shot up, wrapping
tightly around Maddie’s waist. Locking her ankles, she poured
all her strength into a brutal body scissors. Maddie grunted in
surprise, her confident smirk faltering as the crushing pressure
around her ribs intensified. She continued her smothering
assault, but as Lauren pumped her thighs with relentless force,
Maddie’s face twisted in pain. Her ribs felt like they were
being compressed in a steel vice.
Maddie instinctively clawed at Lauren’s thighs, trying to pry
them apart. “Owww!” she hissed, the sound more desperate than
defiant. Lauren rolled onto her side, dragging Maddie with her,
and adjusted her position, her legs now squeezing Maddie’s toned
abs like a pair of unyielding bands.
Maddie gasped, her lungs burning as she struggled for air. Her
hands flailed, grabbing at Lauren’s hair, but Lauren swiftly
batted them away. Maddie’s strength waned, her nails weakly
clawing at Lauren’s thighs then her body went limp.
Lauren finally released the hold, letting Maddie slump to the
mat. Straddling her chest, Lauren slapped Maddie’s face lightly,
forcing her to open her eyes.
“If you ever mess with me again,” Lauren snarled, leaning in
close, “I’ll make sure it’s ten times worse.”
Maddie nodded weakly, her body screaming in pain and her pride
shattered. Lauren stood, delivering a final, spiteful kick to
Maddie’s ribs before walking away victorious, leaving her
opponent humiliated on the mat.
Meg Donnelly vs. Anna Cathcart
As Anna was lying flat on her back, the air driven from her
lungs, Meg went to work. She stomped Anna in the gut folding her
in two then pulled the petite brunette up by the hair then
flipped her over her hip her body flying through the air coming
to a stop a few feet away.
Meg looked down at Anna’s limp, quivering form, her chest rising
and falling in shallow breaths. A wicked grin crossed Meg's face
as she stood, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Oh no, you’re
not getting out of this that easily," Meg sneered. She grabbed a
fistful of Anna’s hair and yanked her up to her knees, Anna
groaning weakly as her head lolled to one side.
"You wanted this fight, didn’t you?" Meg taunted, slapping Anna
across the face to rouse her. "Where’s all that fire now?"
Anna, barely conscious, swung a feeble fist, but Meg caught it
effortlessly, twisting her arm behind her back and forcing her
face down onto the mat. "Pathetic," Meg spat, planting her knee
squarely between Anna’s shoulder blades and pulling her arm at
an agonizing angle. Anna screamed, tears spilling down her
cheeks as she clawed at the floor, desperate for relief.
Meg released the hold abruptly, letting Anna collapse in a heap.
Standing over her, Meg spread Anna’s legs once more, driving her
heel into Anna’s inner thigh before stomping her exposed belly.
Anna convulsed, gasping as pain wracked her body.
"Had enough, Wannabee?" Meg jeered, leaning down to grab Anna by
the chin. Anna’s lips moved, but no words came out, only a faint
whimper. Meg pulled her to her feet, holding her up like a
broken doll.
"You’re done," Meg said coldly, her fist driving deep into
Anna’s stomach one last time. Anna’s eyes widened before rolling
back, her body going limp as she crumpled to the floor in an
unconscious heap.
Meg stood over her, arms raised in victory. "That’s what happens
when you mess with me," she declared, her voice dripping with
satisfaction. "Wannabees don’t belong in my ring."
Ashley Benson vs. Madison Pettis
Ashley’s superior strength was undeniable as she loomed over
Madison, her sneer cutting through the tension. "Get your ass
up, weakling. You Wannabees are nothing but a bunch of
creampuffs."
Madison, blood trickling from her nose but defiance in her eyes,
pushed herself up and straightened her sports bra. "Creampuffs?
We’ll see who the real creampuff is, chubs."
As Ashley swung a wild haymaker, Madison ducked low and
retaliated with a sharp kick to Ashley’s shin. Ashley yelped,
her balance wavering. A second kick to her ankle sent her
sprawling to the ground. Without hesitation, Madison seized
Ashley’s leg, yanking it high into the air before driving her
foot into the back of Ashley’s thigh.
"Ouch!" Ashley cried out, but Madison wasn’t done. Another kick,
and then another, pounded into Ashley’s hamstring, leaving the
blonde writhing on the ground. "Shut up, you little baby. We’re
just getting started," Madison hissed, her voice dripping with
venom.
Twisting Ashley’s ankle viciously, Madison forced her face down
and locked in a single-leg Boston crab. Ashley screamed as her
leg bent unnaturally, the back of her foot nearly touching her
head. To amplify the pain, Madison twisted her ankle with
malicious glee.
Ashley slapped the cold tiles in a desperate tap-out, her cries
echoing in the room. But Madison didn’t relent. Sitting firmly
on Ashley’s back, she grabbed a fistful of the blonde’s hair,
yanking her head back at a grotesque angle. Ashley’s pleas
turned to desperate sobs. "Please, stop! I’m sorry!"
Finally, Madison released her hold, letting Ashley collapse
limply. But the humiliation wasn’t over. Madison delivered a
series of kicks to Ashley’s ribs, rolling her onto her back.
With a cruel smirk, Madison pressed her foot onto Ashley’s face,
grinding it into her cheek. She even prodded her toes into
Ashley’s mouth.
"If you ever mess with me again, I swear it’ll be ten times
worse," Madison growled.
Satisfied, she stepped away, grinding her foot into Ashley’s
tear-streaked face one last time before strutting off, leaving
her opponent broken and humiliated.
Jodie Sweetin vs. Darci Lynne Farmer
Jodie and Darci were locked in a brutal war of attrition,
neither willing to give an inch despite their bodies screaming
for mercy. Jodie lunged forward, her hand grabbing a fistful of
Darci’s hair, yanking her head back sharply. Darci retaliated
with a hard slap across Jodie’s cheek, the sound echoing through
the room. Fueled by adrenaline and pure spite, the two women
clawed and slapped at each other, their movements growing slower
and sloppier as exhaustion set in.
Darci ducked under a wild swing from Jodie and landed a stinging
jab to her ribs, but Jodie countered with a heavy forearm strike
to Darci’s shoulder, knocking her off balance. Their breathing
was ragged, their faces flushed and glistening with sweat as
they grappled, hands tangled in each other’s hair, yanking and
pulling with what little strength they had left.
Both fighters staggered but refused to back down, their mutual
hatred driving them to keep going. In a last-ditch effort, they
locked onto each other in a mutual bear hug, their arms
tightening like iron bands. The room seemed to shrink as they
squeezed with every ounce of strength they could muster. Jodie’s
superior size seemed to give her an edge as Darci’s head lolled
to the side, her grip weakening.
“Gotcha,” Jodie smirked through clenched teeth, confident
victory was hers.
But Darci wasn’t done. Summoning her remaining strength, she
locked her hands together and drove them into the small of
Jodie’s back. Jodie’s confident expression faltered as pain
radiated through her body, her own grip loosening. Darci’s arms
trembled, her breaths coming in gasps, but she poured every last
bit of fight into the hold.
Jodie’s body finally went limp, her arms falling to her sides.
Darci shoved her to the ground, knelt beside her, and slapped
her across the face. When there was no response, she stood
shakily, glaring down at her defeated foe before staggering
away, victorious.
Kiernan Shipka vs. Julianna Grace LeBlanc
Kiernan Shipka and Annie LeBlanc circled each other, tension
thick in the air as the crowd watched with bated breath. Kiernan
struck first, her punches swift and precise, targeting Annie’s
midsection. Annie grunted in pain but retaliated, her foot
snapping upward in a high kick that caught Kiernan squarely in
the chest, sending her stumbling backward.
“Not bad,” Kiernan muttered, wiping a trace of blood from her
lip. Fueled by determination, she lunged forward, tackling Annie
to the ground. The two rolled across the floor in a tangle of
limbs, each fighting tooth and nail for dominance. Annie managed
to flip Kiernan onto her back, momentarily pinning her, but
Kiernan’s resilience shone through. Twisting her body, she
slipped free and locked Annie in a crushing headlock.
Annie squirmed desperately, gasping as Kiernan rag-dolled her
around the room. The blonde’s power threatened to make this a
one-sided affair, and Annie knew she had to act fast. Grabbing a
handful of Kiernan’s hair, she yanked hard, breaking free.
Kiernan winced but was more enraged than hurt, her eyes
narrowing as she clenched her fists.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” Kiernan growled, stalking
Annie deliberately. Annie threw a desperate jab that landed
square on Kiernan’s nose, followed by a sharp uppercut that
connected with her chin. Kiernan staggered back, momentarily
dazed, but quickly regained her composure. Dodging a wild right
cross from Annie, Kiernan planted her back foot and unleashed a
devastating left uppercut.
The punch landed with brutal precision, snapping Annie’s head
back as her legs buckled beneath her. She spiraled to the
ground, landing in a crumpled heap. Annie tried to lift her
head, her eyes rolling back in her skull before she collapsed
face-first onto the floor.
Kiernan stood over her fallen opponent, breathing heavily but
triumphant. "Stay down next time," she muttered, brushing her
hair back before walking away, leaving Annie unconscious on the
ground.
Lily Collins vs. Olivia Haschak
Lily and Olivia’s fight was a thrilling clash of style versus
brute force. Olivia struck first, a heavy punch driving into
Lily’s stomach, doubling her over and forcing a sharp gasp. But
Lily quickly regained her composure, sidestepping Olivia’s
follow-up and snapping a precise kick to her opponent’s thigh,
the crack of impact drawing a wince from the larger woman.
The two squared up, their eyes locked in mutual disdain. “That
was your one shot, Granny,” Olivia taunted, rubbing her jaw and
stepping forward. “Now I’m going to beat you down one punch at a
time.”
They traded blows in a brutal exchange. Lily’s speed and
experience were evident as she weaved around Olivia’s swings,
landing sharp punches and cuts that left blood trickling from a
gash on Olivia’s forehead and a split under her left eye. “What
was that about one punch at a time?” Lily smirked, her tone
mocking.
The taunt only fueled Olivia’s fury. With a growl, she swung
wildly, her fists hammering the air as she advanced. Lily danced
back, landing crisp counters with deadly accuracy. But Olivia
absorbed the punishment, her raw toughness keeping her upright
as she relentlessly closed the distance. Finally, Olivia
cornered Lily against the ballroom door, her powerful frame
trapping the older woman.
Lily’s agility faltered as Olivia unleashed a barrage of
punishing punches. Each blow drove her back against the door
until her legs began to buckle. Desperation flashed in Lily’s
eyes as her guard dropped, and Olivia took full advantage,
hammering her with body and head shots that left her dazed and
sliding toward the floor.
Grabbing Lily’s hair, Olivia hauled her to her feet, hoisting
her onto her shoulder. With a triumphant roar, she spun Lily
around and slammed her into the ground with bone-jarring force.
The impact left Lily motionless, knocked out cold as Olivia
stood victorious.
Skai Jackson vs. Francesca Capaldi
Skai and Francesca wasted no time, their animosity boiling over
as they charged at each other. Francesca, with her fiery
personality on full display, grabbed a fistful of Skai’s hair
and yanked hard, eliciting a sharp yelp. “What’s the matter,
Skai? Can’t handle someone who fights back?” Francesca sneered
before landing a vicious slap that echoed through the room.
Skai snarled in response, her fist snapping forward to catch
Francesca square on the nose, drawing a trickle of blood.
“You’re all talk, Francesca. Let’s see how tough you really
are,” she hissed, watching the redhead stagger slightly. The two
tumbled to the floor in a tangled catball, their shrieks and
curses filling the air as they rolled, pulling hair, slapping,
and clawing at each other with unrestrained fury.
Skai managed to scramble on top, pinning Francesca beneath her.
She rained down a series of sharp, stinging slaps to her
opponent’s face. “Not so tough now, are you?” Skai taunted, her
voice dripping with contempt. Francesca clawed at Skai’s arms,
desperation flashing in her eyes as her struggles intensified.
Summoning her strength, Francesca bucked her hips and threw Skai
off to the side, scrambling to her feet with a furious growl.
Skai was quicker, leaping to her feet and immediately peppering
Francesca with sharp, crisp jabs that landed with satisfying
smacks. Francesca raised her arms to cover up, but Skai’s
relentless strikes slipped through her guard, leaving her face
swollen and red. “Guess you’re just a punching bag after all,”
Skai taunted, a cruel grin on her face.
Frustrated and desperate, Francesca ducked her head and charged,
bull-rushing Skai to the ground. They rolled again, each taking
turns on top, but Francesca’s strength and aggression gave her
the edge. Pinning Skai beneath her, Francesca slapped her face
repeatedly before delivering a cruel punch to her chest. Skai’s
eyes welled with tears, her panic evident as she realized she
was trapped.
Francesca leaned forward, her full, firm breasts just inches
from Skai’s terrified face. “No, no! Not that!” Skai pleaded,
her voice shaking. Francesca smirked maliciously. “You’re not in
a position to beg, sweetheart.” She lowered her sweaty chest
onto Skai’s face, forming a suffocating seal.
Skai thrashed wildly, but her struggles grew weaker until they
ceased altogether. Francesca sat up, tucking her breasts back
into her top with a triumphant smirk. She licked her lips,
surveying her defeated opponent with smug satisfaction.
Chandler Kinney vs. Olivia Sanabia
Chandler and Olivia circled each other like predators, their
eyes locked in a fiery glare. “Ready to get crushed, rookie?”
Chandler taunted, her voice dripping with arrogance. Olivia
smirked. “Big talk, Chandler. Let’s see if you can back it up.”
Chandler struck first, her athleticism on full display as her
foot snapped up in a high kick that smacked against Olivia’s
shoulder, forcing her to stagger. “Too slow,” Chandler sneered,
but Olivia growled and retaliated with a brutal punch to
Chandler’s ribs that left her gasping. “Not so tough now, huh?”
Olivia shot back.
The fight quickly turned nasty, with both women trading vicious
blows and grappling for control. Chandler’s speed and precision
kept Olivia on her toes, but Olivia’s raw power allowed her to
land some devastating hits. At one point, Olivia backed Chandler
into a corner, unleashing a flurry of punches that left Chandler
dazed and struggling to defend herself.
But Chandler wasn’t done yet. Summoning her energy, she
countered with a well-timed leg sweep that sent Olivia crashing
to the ground. Chandler pounced, pinning her opponent and
delivering a series of hard punches. “Give up, you little wimp,
before I snap you in two!” Chandler growled, her voice full of
venom. “This is too easy!”
Olivia gritted her teeth, taking the punishment but refusing to
surrender. Chandler began to tire, her punches losing power as
beads of sweat dripped down her face. Sensing her chance, Olivia
bucked hard, forcing Chandler to roll away and gasp for air.
“What’s the matter, out of gas already?” Olivia mocked, charging
forward and tackling Chandler to the ground.
Olivia mounted Chandler and began raining down punches with
relentless fury. Chandler’s attempts to block were feeble as
Olivia’s fists found their mark, battering her face and body.
When Chandler raised her arms in desperation, Olivia switched to
brutal elbow strikes, each one landing with sickening force.
Chandler’s arms eventually fell limp to her sides, leaving her
utterly at Olivia’s mercy.
Laura Marano vs. Madisyn Shipman
Laura and Madisyn’s fight started with an explosion of
aggression, and from the very beginning, it was clear that
Madisyn had the upper hand. Her strength and confidence radiated
as she took the fight to Laura with relentless brutality. “Come
on, Marano,” Madisyn sneered, shoving Laura backward. “I thought
you were supposed to be tough. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
Laura rushed forward, trying to close the gap, but Madisyn was
ready. She sidestepped and drove a punishing fist into Laura’s
stomach, doubling her over. “Pathetic,” Madisyn hissed, grabbing
Laura by the hair and yanking her upright. “Is this really all
you’ve got?” Before Laura could respond, Madisyn delivered a
stinging backhand slap across her face, sending her stumbling
sideways.
Madisyn followed up with a brutal knee to Laura’s stomach,
burying it deep into her abs. Laura collapsed to her knees, her
arms clutching her midsection as she gasped for air. Madisyn
bent down, grabbing Laura by the ear, and yanked her head up.
Her face was inches away as she smirked. “You’re pathetic,
Marano. Less than a minute, and you can barely stand.”
Laura gritted her teeth, trying to rise, but Madisyn shoved her
back down with a hand on her chest. “Stay down. You’re no match
for a real woman,” Madisyn taunted, stepping back and looking
down at Laura with disdain.
But Laura’s face flushed with determination. Ignoring the pain,
she pushed herself to her feet, her fists raised, her eyes
locked on Madisyn. “Not done yet,” she growled. Madisyn smirked
and stepped forward, her jab snapping out and connecting with
Laura’s jaw. They exchanged a quick flurry of punches, but
Madisyn’s uppercut landed clean, dropping Laura to the floor.
Laura writhed on her back, her legs kicking out as Madisyn
loomed over her like a lioness stalking her prey. “This is what
happens when you step out of your league,” Madisyn jeered,
stepping in too close. In an instant, Laura grabbed Madisyn’s
leg, twisted sharply, and rolled into her. The two women tumbled
across the floor, locked in a vicious catball, their hands
buried deep in each other’s hair.
Laura managed to spend moments on top, delivering sharp slaps
and punches, but Madisyn’s power was overwhelming. She forced
Laura onto her back and hammered her with blows, each strike
threatening to end the fight. But Laura refused to give in. With
every passing second, Madisyn’s punches lost strength, her power
beginning to falter.
Sensing her moment, Laura twisted her body, wrestling her way on
top. She pinned Madisyn’s arms above her head, holding them
firmly as Madisyn squirmed and thrashed beneath her. “What’s the
matter, Madisyn?” Laura taunted, her voice steady despite the
bruises forming on her face. “Out of gas?”
Madisyn’s breathing was ragged, her arms trembling as she tried
to break free. But Laura’s unyielding determination won out. She
rolled Madisyn onto her back, locked her legs tightly around her
waist, and slipped her arm under Madisyn’s chin. Leaning back,
Laura squeezed with all her might.
Madisyn’s eyes widened in panic as her ribs contracted under the
crushing pressure of Laura’s legs, and her air was cut off by
Laura’s arm. She thrashed weakly, but her strength was gone.
Within moments, her body went limp as she slipped into
unconsciousness.
Laura held the hold a moment longer, ensuring her victory, then
released Madisyn, letting her slump lifelessly onto the floor.
Exhausted but triumphant, Laura rose, glaring down at her
defeated opponent. “That’s what happens when you underestimate
me,” she muttered, brushing her hair back and walking away.
Bailee Madison vs. Sierra Haschak
The fight between Bailee and Sierra continued at a blistering
pace, each giving and taking everything the other had. Sierra’s
agility and determination shone as she darted in and out of
Bailee’s reach, landing stinging jabs and low kicks that tested
Bailee’s patience. But Bailee, with her superior conditioning
and ring awareness, methodically broke down the fiery Wannabee.
Sierra threw a spinning back kick that Bailee narrowly dodged,
capitalizing on the miss to grab Sierra’s leg and sweep her to
the ground. Sierra scrambled back to her feet, her eyes blazing
with defiance, but Bailee met her with a sharp uppercut that
sent her stumbling. “You’re quick,” Bailee growled, wiping blood
from her lip, “but speed won’t save you.”
Sierra charged in desperation, swinging wildly, but Bailee
slipped the punches with practiced ease. Ducking low, Bailee
wrapped her arms around Sierra’s neck, locking her into a tight
guillotine choke. Sierra clawed at Bailee’s arms, trying to
break free, but Bailee only tightened her grip. Her biceps
bulged as she lifted Sierra off her feet, choking the fight out
of her while driving punishing knees into her belly.
“Stay down!” Bailee snarled as the fourth knee crashed into
Sierra’s midsection, knocking the last bit of fight out of the
rookie. With Sierra gasping for air and hanging limply, Bailee
grabbed the back of her shorts, hoisting her up until her legs
pointed straight at the ceiling. In one swift motion, Bailee
fell back, executing a devastating vertical suplex slam that
left Sierra sprawled on the ground, motionless.
Bailee, groggy but victorious, climbed to her feet, brushing off
sweat and glancing down at Sierra’s lifeless form. “Welcome to
the big leagues,” Bailee muttered, raising her arms in triumph
before walking away, leaving the rookie humbled and defeated.
Katharine McPhee vs. Jayden Bartels
Both women glared at each other, their bodies battered and
trembling, but neither willing to back down. Katharine's face
was marred with cuts and bruises, her lip swollen and bleeding,
while Jayden's left eye was nearly swollen shut, blood dripping
from the cut on her brow. The scene around them roared in chaos
but neither leader noticed as their focus was on each other.
Jayden moved first, feinting left before lunging forward, aiming
a powerful hook at Katharine’s jaw. Katharine saw it coming,
ducked under the swing, and countered with a crushing uppercut
to Jayden’s ribs. The younger woman gasped, clutching her side,
but Katharine gave her no time to recover. Grabbing Jayden’s
arm, Katharine twisted her into a brutal shoulder lock, yanking
her arm upward at a painful angle.
“Submit, you little punk!” Katharine snarled through gritted
teeth, jerking the arm higher.
Jayden screamed in pain but clenched her jaw. “Never!” she spat,
stomping down hard on Katharine’s foot. The older woman cried
out and loosened her grip just enough for Jayden to break free.
Spinning quickly, Jayden delivered a savage elbow to Katharine’s
temple, sending her staggering back.
Jayden pressed the advantage, unleashing a flurry of punches and
kicks that drove Katharine backward. A high kick to Katharine’s
shoulder spun her around, and Jayden leaped forward, grabbing
her opponent in a rear chokehold. She tightened her arms around
Katharine’s neck, her biceps bulging with the effort.
“Looks like the queen is about to fall!” Jayden hissed,
wrenching the hold tighter. Katharine’s face turned red as she
struggled to breathe, her hands clawing at Jayden’s forearms.
Jayden sneered thinking she finally had her opponent locked but
Katharine had other plans. Summoning her remaining strength, she
twisted her body, throwing Jayden off balance. With a primal
scream, Katharine flipped Jayden over her shoulder and slammed
her to the ground. Jayden’s body hit the ground with a sickening
thud, her head bouncing off the floor.
Katharine dropped to her knees beside Jayden, panting heavily,
but the fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed. She grabbed a handful of
Jayden’s hair, yanking her head up. “You should’ve stayed down,
kid,” she growled before smashing her forehead into Jayden’s
face. Blood poured from Jayden’s nose as she slumped back, dazed
but not finished.
Desperation fueled Jayden as she rolled to her side and kicked
out, her foot connecting with Katharine’s knee. Katharine yelped
in pain, dropping to one knee, and Jayden pounced. Straddling
the older woman, Jayden rained down fists with everything she
had left. Each punch landed with a sickening crack, and
Katharine’s head snapped back with every blow.
But Katharine wasn’t done. With a roar, she surged upward,
throwing Jayden off her. The younger fighter scrambled to her
feet, but Katharine was on her in an instant. A devastating
clothesline nearly took Jayden’s head off, sending her
sprawling.
Katharine grabbed Jayden by the throat, lifting her to her feet.
“This ends now,” Katharine snarled. She drove a knee into
Jayden’s stomach, doubling her over, then hoisted her up into a
powerbomb position. Katharine carried Jayden toward the center
of the room. With a final burst of strength, Katharine slammed
Jayden to the ground with a brutal sit-out powerbomb that shook
the floor.
Jayden lay motionless, her arms sprawled out, chest heaving as
she struggled to breathe. Katharine, drenched in sweat and
blood, crawled over to Jayden and straddled her, pinning her
wrists to the floor. “Say it,” Katharine demanded, her voice low
and dangerous. “Say I’m better. Say it you little twerp!”
Jayden’s lips quivered, but no words came. Katharine raised her
fist, ready to deliver another punch, when Jayden finally gasped
out, “You. . . you . . . Oh you'll never beat me you old hag!”
Jayden pulled back with a fierce determination etched across her
face and slammed her head forward with brutal force, the
sickening crack of impact echoing through the room. Katharine’s
nose burst open, a torrent of blood streaming down her face and
pooling between her heaving cleavage. Her head snapped back,
tears springing to her eyes from the sharp, searing pain. The
older woman stumbled, momentarily disoriented, as Jayden stepped
back with a cruel smirk, savoring the damage she’d inflicted.
Katharine stumbled backward, the pain was sharp and blinding,
her vision momentarily blurred by tears. Jayden, sensing a
fleeting opportunity, surged forward with a wild yell, leaping
onto Katharine and tackling her to the ground.
The two women hit the floor hard, Jayden straddling Katharine as
she unleashed a flurry of punches. Katharine tried to shield
herself, but Jayden’s fists found their marks, pounding into her
ribs, breasts, and face. Blood smeared across both women, a
testament to the viciousness of the battle.
"Look at you, you pathetic old lady!" Jayden taunted, her voice
cracking with fury as she cocked her arm back for another punch.
“Maybe after I beat your wrinkly old ass I'll take over your
stable.”
But Katharine wasn’t finished. With a guttural roar, she bucked
her hips and twisted her body, throwing Jayden off balance. In
one fluid motion, Katharine grabbed Jayden’s arm and yanked her
into a brutal armbar. The younger fighter screamed in agony as
Katharine hyper-extended her elbow, twisting her wrist with
precision.
“Give up, brat or I'll snap your arm in two!” Katharine snarled,
her teeth clenched as she applied more pressure. Jayden writhed
beneath her, her free hand clawing desperately at the floor as
she tried to escape.
But Jayden wasn’t ready to quit. Summoning her last reserves of
strength, she rolled her body toward Katharine, breaking the
leverage of the armbar. With a cry, she drove her knee into
Katharine’s side, forcing the older woman to release her hold.
Both fighters scrambled to their feet, their movements slower
and more labored now, each step leaving streaks of blood on the
floor.
Jayden charged again, aiming a kick at Katharine’s midsection,
but Katharine sidestepped and caught Jayden’s leg. With a fierce
grunt, Katharine swept Jayden’s other leg out from under her,
sending her crashing to the floor.
This time, Katharine didn’t hesitate. She dropped onto Jayden’s
back, locking her arms around the younger woman’s neck in a rear
naked choke. Jayden clawed at Katharine’s forearm, her face
turning red as she struggled to breathe.
“Not so cocky now, are you?” Katharine hissed, tightening her
grip as Jayden’s struggles grew weaker. Desperation flashed in
Jayden’s eyes, but her strength was fading fast.
Katharine cinched the choke tighter, her bloody face twisted
into a grimace of determination. Jayden’s hands dropped to her
sides, her body starting to go slack beneath Katharine as the
pressure was becoming unbearable.
As Katharine leaned back with all her strength, Jayden’s arm
trembled, hovering just above the floor, ready to tap out when
the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. A collective gasp
filled the air, followed by the eerie sound of labored
breathing, groans of pain, and the occasional cough as the
battered fighters paused in confusion. For a moment, all
rivalries and animosities faded in the disorienting void.
Suddenly, the far wall illuminated, and a massive monitor
flickered to life, casting a pale glow over the room. The
fighters turned toward the screen, their bruised and bloodied
faces frozen in a mixture of anger and wariness. Kylie Jenner’s
smirking visage appeared, her flawless features mocking the
chaos she had orchestrated.
“Welcome, ladies,” Kylie began, her tone dripping with feigned
sweetness. “I trust you all had a fun little evening?”
A cacophony of boos, jeers, and shouted insults erupted from the
exhausted women. Someone screamed, “You’re a fucking coward,
Kylie!” while another yelled, “Face us yourself, Creampuff!”
Kylie only laughed, the sound grating and condescending.
“Oh, please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Let’s be real—none of
you stand a chance against The Badass Barbies. We’re tired of
kicking your pathetic asses, so we thought it’d be more fun to
let you destroy each other.”
More jeers rang out, but Kylie ignored them, her grin widening.
“And just because we’re reorganizing doesn’t mean we’re stepping
down. No, darlings. When we’re ready, we’ll be back to remind
you why we’re the queens of the cage and the ballroom. Now, have
at it, ladies. Let’s see who’s left standing when the dust
settles.”
The screen blinked off as abruptly as it had come on, and the
lights flooded back, illuminating the carnage. Fighters blinked
against the sudden brightness, their bruised and battered bodies
tense and ready for another round.
Jayden, now on her feet, locked eyes with Katharine. Her voice
was cold and steely. “Let’s finish this.” She raised her fist,
winding up for a final strike.
Katharine raised a hand, stepping back. “Wait! This is all
Kylie’s doing. If we keep fighting until there’s only one woman
left standing, we’re just playing into her hands.”
Jayden hesitated, her chest rising and falling as she processed
the older woman’s words. After a long pause, she lowered her
fists. “Fine. But don’t think for a second this is over.”
Both women turned to their respective teams, calling off the
battered fighters. Slowly, the two sides retreated in silence,
tending to the fallen and nursing their wounds. Though the brawl
was over for now, the simmering tension in the air promised this
was far from the end.
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