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Fight 01 McKenna Grace vs Giselle Eisenberg
DIR By: BadAssBunnies
Date: July 7, 2026, 3:40 pm
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Match 1: McKenna Grace (Disney Princesses) vs. Giselle Eisenberg
(Wannabees) MGM Grand Main Ballroom – July 4, 2026
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Walk-In:
The ballroom erupted as the first fighters made their entrances.
McKenna Grace, representing the Disney Princesses, strode out
first in a sleek black sports bra and tight fight shorts,
barefoot, her compact 5'0", 99-lb frame looking coiled and
ready. The Princesses section roared while Wannabees fans booed
and chanted insults about “washed-up Disney brats.” McKenna kept
her eyes locked on the ring, jaw set.
Giselle Eisenberg followed moments later to louder Wannabees
cheers and Princesses jeers. At 5'3", 110 lbs, she looked rangy
and aggressive in a red sports bra and shorts, her longer frame
bouncing with nervous energy. She pointed at McKenna and mouthed
“You’re mine, shorty” before climbing through the ropes. The two
locked eyes across the ring with pure hatred—no handshakes, just
venom. The stable rivalry was already boiling over.
Referee Instructions:
Celebrity referee Demi Moore stepped to center ring in a sharp
black-and-white striped shirt, her commanding 80s/90s screen
presence filling the space. She glared at both fighters.
“Listen up. This is straight boxing under Nevada rules—no
headbutts, no low blows, no rabbit punches. Clean breaks when I
say break—step back and keep your hands up. I see any dirty sh!t
and you’re getting warnings or points deducted fast. Protect
yourselves at all times. Touch gloves if you want, but I doubt
it. Let’s go to war.”
The fighters barely tapped gloves before Demi stepped back and
signaled the timekeeper. FIGHT!
Round 1
The bell rang and the hatred exploded. Giselle used her
three-inch reach advantage immediately, snapping a stiff jab
that snapped McKenna’s head back and followed with a sharp right
cross to the body. “That’s how we do it in the real world,
Princess!” Giselle snarled as she circled.
McKenna slipped the next jab and exploded inside, digging a
vicious left hook to Giselle’s ribs followed by a short right
uppercut that landed flush on the chin. Giselle’s knees buckled
for a split second. McKenna pressed: “Go down, b!tch!” The crowd
roared as the smaller fighter worked the body with sharp hooks
to the ribs and breasts while Giselle tried to tie her up.
They clinched hard against the ropes. Giselle used the moment to
land a sneaky short elbow to McKenna’s temple—Demi missed it but
the Princesses corner screamed. McKenna fired back with a knee
to the thigh on the break (warning from Demi: “Keep it clean
little Princess!”). Giselle shoved her off and reset.
Giselle regained control with her jab, pumping it into McKenna’s
face and following with a hard right to the chest that made the
smaller woman grunt. McKenna fired back with a blistering
three-punch combination—jab, cross, left hook to the head—that
forced Giselle to cover up. The two traded viciously in the
center, McKenna’s compact power meeting Giselle’s longer
leverage.
With thirty seconds left, Giselle landed a heavy right cross
that staggered McKenna into the ropes. She followed with a
flurry, but McKenna clinched desperately. On the break Giselle
landed another unseen short shot to the body. McKenna exploded
out with a wild left hook that grazed Giselle’s jaw.
The bell sounded on a furious exchange. Both fighters were
breathing hard, eyes blazing with loathing. McKenna had landed
the cleaner, harder shots in close; Giselle controlled the range
and landed more volume.
Scoring – Round 1 Giselle Eisenberg 10 – 9 McKenna Grace Slight
edge to Giselle for ring generalship and effective jab work, but
McKenna’s body attack and power in the clinch kept it
razor-close. No knockdowns, but several heavy exchanges and one
warning each for clinch work. The hatred is only getting hotter.
Round 2
The bell rang and the hatred ignited like gasoline. Giselle
charged out of her corner, using her reach to flick stinging
jabs into McKenna’s face, drawing first blood from a cut on the
smaller fighter’s upper lip. “How’s that taste, Disney trash?”
she snarled, circling with a cocky grin. McKenna wiped the blood
and exploded forward, slipping under a right hand to bury a
thunderous left hook into Giselle’s liver. The taller girl
grunted and clinched, but McKenna mauled her in close—short,
nasty uppercuts to the undersides of the breast and a blatant
headbutt that Demi Moore missed in the tangle. “Break! Clean it
up!” the ref barked, shoving them apart.
Separated, Giselle fired back with a sharp right cross that
snapped McKenna’s head sideways. She followed with a body
assault, digging hooks to the ribs, lower abdomen, and ribs that
made the Princesses fighter gasp. The crowd was on its
feet—Princesses screaming for McKenna to back away and counter,
Wannabees chanting “f$ck her up, Giselle! Knock her on her
flabby ass!” McKenna answered with vicious inside work, ripping
uppercuts to the body and a looping right that caught Giselle on
the temple. Giselle staggered but fired a dirty low blow on the
break that landed just below the belt line—McKenna doubled over
for a second. Demi issued a stern warning: “Listen up Wannabee!
One more and I take a point!”
The fighters traded bombs in the center. McKenna’s compact power
met Giselle’s leverage in a savage exchange—jab-cross-hook from
McKenna, answered by a heavy overhand right from Giselle that
wobbled the smaller girl back into the ropes. Giselle pounced,
unloading a flurry while taunting, “You’re done, short stack! Go
cry to your stable!” McKenna roared back with a desperation
counter— a perfect left hook to the jaw that dropped Giselle to
one knee for an official knockdown!
Giselle beat the count at eight, eyes blazing with fury. The
final thirty seconds were pure chaos: both women ignored
defense, swinging wildly. Giselle landed a brutal body shot just
above the belt that folded McKenna momentarily, but McKenna
answered with a head-hunting combo that reopened the cut on
Giselle’s cheek. They clinched again, throwing short, illegal
shots in close—Giselle raking McKenna's breasts with a forearm,
McKenna kneeing the thigh. Demi separated them twice more,
yelling warnings as the bell finally sounded on an absolute war.
Both fighters were marked up, breathing heavily, glaring death
at each other across the ring. The stable hatred had turned the
bout into a blood feud. McKenna’s power shots and the knockdown
gave her the round despite Giselle’s early control and volume.
Round 2 Scoring: McKenna Grace 10 – 8 Giselle Eisenberg
(knockdown) Cumulative: McKenna 19 – 18 Giselle
The arena was deafening. Demi Moore looked stern but impressed
as corners rushed in with ice and advice. The rivalry was
delivering everything promised. Ready for Round 3?
Round 3
Both fighters rose on shaky legs, bodies already battered from
the war—McKenna’s lip swollen and ribs aching, Giselle’s jaw
tender and cheek cut. Yet the stable hatred burned hotter than
the pain. They were all in, no retreat.
The bell rang. Giselle lunged first shoving McKenna back then
throwing out the jab, her longer reach whipping leather that
splattered blood from McKenna’s cut. “You’re breaking,
pint-sized princess c@nt!” she taunted through gritted teeth.
McKenna absorbed it and dove inside, ripping vicious hooks to
the body that folded Giselle against the ropes. The smaller
fighter mauled her in the clinch—short, nasty uppercuts mixed
with a hidden elbow to the left breast that Demi missed.
Giselle fired back with a foot stomp on the break (warning from
the ref) and shoved McKenna off.
They traded in the pocket like street fighters. Giselle’s power
shots landed heavy on McKenna’s head, rocking her backward, but
McKenna answered with a liver shot that made Giselle’s legs
buckle. “That’s for every catfight you Wannaloser's started!”
McKenna growled. Giselle clinched desperately, whispering venom
in McKenna’s ear before Demi separated them.
Mid-round, Giselle found her rhythm again, circling and pumping
the jab while landing a stinging right cross that opened a new
cut on McKenna’s lip. Blood and sweat flew with every punch.
McKenna refused to back down, charging through the fire to
unload a blistering combination—jab, cross, hook—that staggered
Giselle into the corner. The crowd roared as McKenna poured on
the pressure her chin resting on Giselle's shoulder while her
shoulder dug deep in her chest keeping her pinned tight in the
corner. McKenna leaned in as the ref let her maul the Giselle
despite protests from the Wannabee corner. McKenna unloaded
body-head-body, while Giselle covered up and countered with
short sharp body punches in close.
Both women were hurting badly—breathing ragged, legs heavy—but
the hatred kept them swinging. Giselle landed a desperation
overhand right that wobbled McKenna, taunting “Go down, you
little sh!t!” McKenna roared back with a headbutt on the inside
(another warning) and a wide open hook navel that nearly dropped
Giselle again.
The final seconds were pure exhaustion-fueled fury: wild
haymakers, clinches turned into shoving matches, and taunts
laced with blood and spit. Demi had to jump in twice to pry them
apart and pull McKenna off as she refused to let go of Giselle's
top.
The bell saved them from mutual destruction. Both slumped onto
their stools, marked up, chests heaving, eyes locked in pure
loathing across the ring.
Round 3 Scoring: McKenna Grace 10 – 9 Giselle Eisenberg
Cumulative: McKenna 29 – 27 Giselle
The Princesses section erupted while Wannabees fans screamed for
justice. Corners worked frantically. The war was far from over.
Round 4
The bell clanged like a death knell. Both warriors were visibly
hurting—McKenna’s face a bloody mask with a swollen eye and
split lip, Giselle’s ribs bruised and cheek gashed—but the
stable hatred refused to let them slow down. They met in the
center like gladiators, eyes blazing with pure venom.
Giselle opened aggressively, her longer reach snapping jabs that
smeared more blood across McKenna’s face. “You’re done, you
pathetic Disney doll!” she roared, following with a heavy right
to the body that folded McKenna momentarily. The Wannabees crowd
exploded. McKenna fired back instantly, slipping inside to
unload a savage barrage of hooks to the ribs and a vicious
uppercut that snapped Giselle’s head back. “F$ck you and your
Wannabee trash!” McKenna snarled through bloodied teeth.
The action turned chaotic. They traded bombs in the
pocket—Giselle’s power shots rocking McKenna against the ropes,
McKenna answering with compact, piston-like combinations that
made Giselle’s legs quiver. In a nasty clinch, Giselle landed a
blatant low blow that dropped McKenna to one knee. Demi Moore
jumped in immediately: “Warning! Point deduction if it happens
again!” McKenna rose and glared at Giselle, fury in her eyes,
and charged. She unloaded on the taller girl, a left hook to the
jaw followed by a right cross that sent Giselle stumbling
backward into the corner.
The Princesses faithful went wild. McKenna swarmed, digging
brutal body shots while taunting, “How’s that feel, you mouthy
twat?” Giselle covered up, then exploded out with a desperation
flurry—a looping right that caught McKenna flush and a sneaky
knee to the hip on the break that went unseen. Demi warned again
as the fighters mauled each other in another clinch, short
punches to the breasts and shoves flying.
With thirty seconds left, Giselle found a second wind. She
circled and unleashed a picture-perfect one-two that staggered
McKenna, followed by a crushing left hook to the temple that
dropped the smaller fighter hard to the canvas! McKenna beat the
count at nine, but she was badly hurt. Giselle pounced for the
finish, landing heavy shots while screaming “Stay the ****
down!” McKenna survived by clinching desperately until the bell.
Both collapsed onto their stools, gasping, bloodied, and
exhausted—but the fire in their eyes promised more violence.
Round 4 Scoring: Giselle Eisenberg 10 – 8 McKenna Grace
(knockdown) Cumulative: McKenna 37 – 37 Giselle (tied!)
The arena was electric. Corners scrambled. The rivalry had
delivered a classic
Round 5
The bell rang for Round 5 and the exhausted warriors rose like
wounded animals driven by pure hatred. Both were
wrecked—McKenna’s face a swollen, bloody ruin with her left eye
nearly shut; Giselle’s ribs throbbing and legs heavy from the
accumulated body punishment—but neither would yield. The stable
war had turned this into something primal.
Giselle came out swinging, her longer reach whipping jabs that
reopened cuts on McKenna’s face. “You’re finished, you tiny
f$cking princess!” she spat, landing a sharp right cross that
staggered the smaller fighter. McKenna absorbed it, roared “Eat
sh!t*, you loudmouth Wannabee!” and dove inside, ripping vicious
hooks to the body that made Giselle gasp and clinch desperately.
In the tangle, Giselle landed a sneaky elbow to the temple while
McKenna fired short, dirty uppercuts below the belt line—both
unseen by a tired Demi Moore, who still barked “Break! Clean!”
and shoved them apart.
Separated, they went to war in the center. Giselle used her
reach to control distance, snapping jabs and heavy body shots
that folded McKenna against the ropes. The Wannabees section
erupted. McKenna countered with fury, slipping a jab and
unloading a blistering combination—jab, cross, left hook to the
jaw—that wobbled Giselle badly. “How’s that feel?!” McKenna
screamed as she poured on pressure, mauling her taller opponent
in close with short, nasty punches to Giselle's sore breasts
then another knee to the thigh.
The round became a bloody slugfest. Giselle rallied with a
desperation flurry, landing a crushing overhand right that
dropped McKenna to her knees for the second time. McKenna beat
the count at eight, blood pouring, but rose swinging. They
traded wildly in the pocket—hooks, uppercuts, and taunts flying
through blood and spit. “You’re nothing!” Giselle yelled after a
body shot. McKenna answered with a headbutt on the break and a
thunderous left hook that nearly dropped Giselle again.
Fatigue was winning. Both women’s punches slowed but carried
hate-filled power. In the final seconds they clinched against
the ropes, throwing short, illegal shots and whispering venom
until Demi pried them apart. The bell sounded on an absolute
masterpiece of violence.
Round 5 Scoring: Giselle Eisenberg 10 – 8 McKenna Grace
(knockdown) Cumulative: Giselle 48 – 46 McKenna
The arena shook with noise. Both corners worked frantically on
swelling and cuts. The fighters glared across the ring, chests
heaving, bloodied and broken but unbroken in spirit. The rivalry
was delivering pure epic.
Pre-Round 6 – Corner Scenes
In the Wannabees corner, the cutman worked frantically on
Giselle’s gashed cheek while her trainer barked, “She’s done,
Giselle! McKenna’s f$cking finished—look at her eye! Knock her
ass out this round! Those princesses probably paid the judges
anyway. End this **** with your fists!”
Giselle, breathing hard but eyes blazing with fury, smacked her
gloves together viciously. “She’s going down,” she growled,
nodding with murderous intent.
Across the ring in the Disney Princesses corner, McKenna slumped
on her stool, face a bloody, swollen mess, breasts screaming
with every breath. Her trainer gripped her shoulders urgently.
“You’re losing, McKenna! You hear me? You’re losing! You need a
knockout now—go for the kill! Knock her out! You need to knock
her the b!tch out! You hear me?!”
McKenna nodded weakly, pain etched across her battered features,
but her swollen eye and labored breathing told the real story.
She was hurting bad—badly. The hatred alone was keeping her
upright.
The bell rang for Round 6. The war continued.
Round 6
The bell for Round 6 sounded like a gunshot. Both fighters
dragged themselves off their stools, faces masks of blood and
swelling. McKenna’s left eye was completely shut, her lip split
wide open. Giselle’s cheek gushed and her ribs and breasts were
purple. Neither could breathe through their noses. The hatred
was the only thing keeping them upright.
Giselle came out throwing bombs, her longer reach letting her
land a crushing right hand that snapped McKenna’s head violently
to the side. Blood sprayed across the canvas. “You’re finished,
you paid-off b!tch!” Giselle roared, following with a left hook
to the body that folded McKenna into the ropes. The Wannabees
corner screamed for the finish. “That's it Giselle, knock her
prissy ass out!”
McKenna, barely able to see, fought on pure instinct and rage.
She clinched desperately, then exploded out with a savage
uppercut that caught Giselle under the chin and sent her
stumbling backward. “**** you!” McKenna spat through blood. They
traded in the center like two wounded animals—huge, looping
hooks landing with sickening thuds. Giselle’s overhand right
opened another cut above McKenna’s good eye. McKenna answered
with a left hook to the liver that made Giselle’s knees buckle.
The round turned into a bloody war of attrition. Clinches turned
into mauling sessions—short punches, forearms, and unseen shots.
Demi Moore was screaming warnings but the fighters ignored her.
Giselle landed a brutal right that dropped McKenna to a knee.
The smaller fighter rose at eight, eyes glassy but burning with
defiance.
With thirty seconds left, McKenna dug into reserves no one
thought she had left. She slipped a jab and unloaded everything
she had left—a perfect, desperate left hook that crashed flush
into Giselle’s jaw with a crack that echoed through the
ballroom. Giselle’s eyes rolled back. She dropped straight to
the canvas like her strings had been cut, landing hard on her
back, completely out cold.
The referee didn’t even bother with a count. The fight was over.
And McKenna came back from the brink of defeat landing an
unlikely KO hook.
McKenna staggered back against the ropes, blood pouring down her
face, chest heaving, as the arena exploded in shock. The Disney
Princesses corner swarmed the ring while the Wannabees stood in
stunned silence.
Round 6 Final Score: McKenna Grace wins by 6th-round knockout
at 2:01
An absolute war. McKenna, battered and behind on the cards,
delivered one of the most shocking and memorable knockouts in
the young fighters history. The stable rivalry just got even
more vicious.
McKenna was still on wobbly legs but walked straight over to the
Wannabee corner. “Where's that little sh!t, Coco. Show your ass
b!tch! Show your ass!”
McKenna's corner quickly corralled their fighter and sat her
down on her stool and cleaned her up while Giselle started to
stir.
Post-Fight Humiliation – Match 1
The arena was still roaring from McKenna Grace’s shocking
knockout punch when chaos erupted. Giselle Eisenberg lay flat on
her back, out cold. McKenna, face a grotesque mess of blood,
swelling, and a nearly shut eye walked over and stood over her
rival, chest heaving. She raised one arm in victory blood
dripping from her split lip. McKenna lifter fer foot and placed
it roughly on Giselle's chest striking a victory pose.
The Wannabees corner men spilled into the ring, shoving McKenna
hard in the back as she posed. “Get the f#ck off her!” one
yelled. Security rushed in as McKenna spun, adrenaline masking
the pain. “She’s done! I took everything that mouthy little c&nt
had and dropped her with the best punch of the fight!” she
shouted, voice raw. “See that! Did you see that! I dropped that
**** and she's still not getting up!”
Giselle cleared her head and after another minute, sat up
groggily as the smelling salts hit her. Her eyes were glassy,
more humiliated than physically broken. In the Princesses
corner, they wiped blood from McKenna’s face and stopped the
worst bleeding while she kept running her mouth. “Come on, let's
see if you can get up, f#cking Wannaloser! I took your best
shots and I got up, what about you Wannaloser?”
Giselle’s corner surrounded her on the stool. “You had her,
Giselle! You f$cking had her! One lucky punch, that’s all. She
got lucky!”
McKenna, still buzzing on pure adrenaline despite barely being
able to see, strutted over. “On your knees, b!tch!”
Giselle glared up, jaw clenched. “f$ck off, you lucky b!tch! I’m
not doing sh!t. You were beat! Dead on your f$cking feet! And
you got lucky. You know it and so does everyone in the crowd.”
Officials stepped in, reminding both fighters of the pre-agreed
rules. Giselle had no choice as the crowd was growing restless.
McKenna yanked Giselle’s sports bra top off, exposing her perky
but swollen breasts to the roaring crowd. She slapped them hard
a few times, the sharp smacks echoing as Giselle winced. Then
McKenna dropped to a knee, bent the defeated Wannabee over the
other, and roughly pulled Giselle’s shorts and panties down to
her knees.
The crowd counted loudly with every spank.
SMACK! One. McKenna’s open palm landed perfectly on the firm,
round ass. SMACK! Two. Giselle’s cheeks jiggled. McKenna was a
pro—hard, loud, rhythmic spanks that turned the young skin
bright pink, then deep red. By the 10th, Giselle was squirming.
By the 20th, tears streamed down her cheeks—some from the
burning pain, most from the soul-crushing humiliation of her
hated rival spanking her bare ass in front of a packed,
deafening arena.
McKenna savored the final five. She rubbed her palm slowly over
the glowing red cheeks. “Oh my, you feel that heat, Wannaloser?
Your poor little ass is on fire!” She gave a mocking comforting
rub cupping her hands and tracing the outlines of Giselle's
bright red cheeks. McKenna reared back and delivered the hardest
spank yet. Giselle let out a muffled scream, body involuntarily
jerking.
Two quick, vicious shots in the same spot made Giselle choke
back a sob. “Did that hurt?” McKenna taunted. Giselle managed a
weak “f$ck you” through clenched teeth. “Bring it on, princess.”
McKenna drew out the very last one painfully—light taps with her
fingers each one pressing lightly of the flaming red muscles.
McKenna teased mocking wind-ups, making Giselle's butt clench.
“Just f$cking get it over with then I'm following you to your
locker room and kicking your ass!”
SMACK! The final open-handed shot was the loudest, most powerful
of all, echoing through the ballroom. This one not only stung
but sent a surging pain through Giselle’s thighs and lower back.
Her ass was a blazing, cherry-red masterpiece as McKenna looked
at the screaming crowd and for the first time in an hour smiled
through her busted lips.
McKenna violently shoved her off her knee, sending Giselle
rolling humiliated into the center of the ring. McKenna stood
tall, placed her foot on Giselle's chest raised both hands in
triumph as the crowd wend wild. McKenna pressed her foot down
and twirled Giselle’s top above her head like a trophy then she
strutted toward the locker room telling Giselle that if she
wants more she knows where to find her.
Disney Princesses 1 – Wannabees 0
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