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FIght 06 - Olivia Rodrigo vs Francesca Capaldi
DIR By: BadAssBunnies
Date: July 21, 2026, 9:05 pm
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Match 6: Olivia Rodrigo (Disney Princesses) vs. Francesca
Capaldi (Wannabees)
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Walk-In: The MGM Grand Main Ballroom was on edge as the stable
showdown reached a critical point. Olivia Rodrigo made her
entrance for the Disney Princesses, the weight of a must-win
heavy on her shoulders. The 5'5" global superstar strode out
with fierce determination in a sleek black sports bra and tight
fight shorts, barefoot. Her 121-lb frame looked powerful and
ready, but her expression showed the pressure — the Princesses
desperately needed this victory to avoid falling further behind.
The Disney section cheered loudly, chanting her name as she
raised one arm, eyes locked on the ring with intense focus.
Francesca Capaldi followed moments later to thunderous Wannabees
roars mixed with aggressive energy. The 5'3" fighter bounced out
with high confidence, her athletic build coiled and dangerous in
red fight gear. She placed each hand under her large breasts,
lifter them up then pointed directly at Olivia and the entire
Disney side, shouting across the ring, “Guess what b!tches. The
Barbie killer is back in da house!”
The crowd went ballistic recalling Francisca run at Sin City
Slugfest V where she knocked out Victoria Justice, Dove Cameron,
Joey King, and Madison Beer before slipping on some
intentionally placed water and being KO'd by Kristen Stewart.
“We’re taking the lead, All American B!tch! I'm knocking your
flabby ass out tonight!” Security had to keep the sides
separated as Francesca kept taunting, “You’re not saving your
stable tonight! I’m ending your run!” The rivalry was boiling
over, the crowd feeding off the high stakes. “When I win, The
Barbies are done!”
Referee Instructions Celebrity referee Jennifer Aniston stepped
into the ring with commanding presence.
“Same rules as always, ladies. Clean boxing. Break when I say
break. No low blows, no elbows, no bullshit. Protect yourselves
at all times. This is a big one — let’s have a fair fight.”
The fighters stepped to center for the glove touch. Olivia
extended hers professionally. Francesca faked touching gloves
for a split second but immediately pulled back and started
taunting loudly, leaning in aggressively trying to press her D
cup into Olivia. “The whole world is going see the over-rated
Rodrigo get her ass kicked! I’m gonna break that pretty face
then flatten you pathetic little t!ts and send you back to your
little princesses wanting to write another song about the big
bad bully.”
Olivia glared back in icy silence, refusing to give her the
satisfaction of a response, her eyes promising violence.
Francesca kept going, “What, nothing to say? Too scared
princess?” The tension boiled over as Francesca again tried to
bump chests. Jennifer Aniston had to physically shove them apart
twice, raising her voice sharply, “Enough! I said enough! Save
the trash talk for the fight or I start taking points right
now!”
The stare-down was long, venomous, and full of unspoken threats
before they finally returned to their corners. The bell rang.
Match 6 — a must-win for the Princesses — was underway in a
highly contentious atmosphere.
Round 1:
The bell rang and the personal hatred exploded immediately.
Olivia Rodrigo and Francesca Capaldi met in the center like two
women with scores to settle, both throwing with bad intentions
from the first second. The round started fast, ugly, and
intensely personal with Olivia using her jab to keep Francesca
at bay and the fiery redhead looking to get in close and muddy
up the fight.
Olivia slipped left snapping out sharp jabs, snapping
Francesca’s head back. “That’s for talking ****,” she growled.
Francesca answered by slipping inside and ripping a hard left
hook to Olivia’s left jug, the impact making Olivia grunt in
pain. “How’s that feel, superstar?” Francesca taunted right
back. They traded heavy leather in the pocket — solid, stunning
shots that landed clean and loud. Olivia landed a crisp right
cross that staggered Francesca, but Francesca immediately
countered with another shot to the **** that had Olivia wincing.
The action was non-stop. Both fighters were landing telling
strikes — head, body, and deliberate punches to the breasts.
Olivia landed a heavy uppercut that lifted Francesca onto her
toes, but Francesca answered with a low, borderline illegal hook
that grazed Olivia’s lower belly. The referee warned her, but
the personal nature of the fight kept the action dirty. “You
fight like a typical Wannaloser coward,” Olivia spat after
blocking a shot. Francesca smirked, “And you hit like
Tinkerbell.”
They stood toe-to-toe for long stretches, trading bombs with
little defense. Solid hooks to the jaw, uppercuts to the body,
and stinging shots to the jugs had both women grunting and
cursing. Olivia’s power was noticeable, rocking Francesca a few
times, but Francesca’s pressure and willingness to go low kept
it extremely competitive. The crowd was on its feet the entire
round as the two rivals went at it full throttle.
In the final thirty seconds, Olivia landed a beautiful
combination that staggered Francesca badly. She pressed her
against the ropes, landing more solid shots while Francesca
tried to counter. The bell rang on a war of a round a split
second before Olivia landed a scything upper to the underside of
Francesca's right breast.
The Wannabee corner were up on the ropes leaning in screaming
“Foul” and Cheap Shot” as Francesca headed to her corner with
her right breast nearly slipping out of the tight top. Olivia
walked back to her corner, breathing hard but confident.
Francesca headed back her head bobbing up and down while she
muttered under her breath.
Round 1 Scoring: Olivia Rodrigo 10 – 9 Francesca Capaldi
Olivia edged it with cleaner power shots and better ring
generalship. The personal rivalry is fully ignited.
Round 2:
The bell rang for Round 2 and the personal hatred was even
stronger. Both fighters came out swinging with bad intentions,
the damage from Round 1 already showing on their faces and
bodies. Olivia Rodrigo and Francesca Capaldi met in the center
and immediately traded heavy leather, neither landing any
telling shots but neither willing to give an inch.
Olivia snapped sharp jabs, targeting Francesca’s swelling eye.
“That’s for running your scummy mouth,” she taunted. Francesca
slipped inside and ripped a vicious left hook right back on
Olivia’s left jug, the impact making Olivia grunt. “What the
matter creampuff? Those little **** of yours stinging?” Keep
talking and I'll keep flattening you rack!” Francesca fired
back, her voice full of venom. They stood in the pocket and
traded bombs — solid hooks to the jaw, uppercuts to the body,
and stinging shots to the breasts. Both women were landing
clean, telling strikes that were visibly building damage.
The round was intense and ugly. Olivia’s power shots were
rocking Francesca’s head back, but Francesca’s pressure and
lower body work were relentless. The redhead was willing to take
a few in order to land some body work. Olivia stepped back,
sucked in a deep breath then bounced on her toes. Francesca was
all business. She dug hard hooks to Olivia’s ribs and lower
stomach, making the taller girl wince with every shot. “You’re
slowing down already?” Francesca taunted after a particularly
nasty body combination. Olivia answered with a heavy right cross
that staggered Francesca, “And you hit like a little puzzy.”
The taunting flowed as freely as the punches. They circled and
traded, both breathing harder as the damage accumulated.
Olivia’s left breast and lower belly were red and swollen from
Francesca’s targeted shots, while Francesca’s eye was closing
from Olivia’s clean head work. They clinched and mauled each
other in close, throwing short, nasty punches and shoving off
with aggression.
Mid-round, Francesca landed a beautiful combination that backed
Olivia into the ropes. She swarmed, landing more body shots and
a deliberate slap to Olivia’s sore tit. Olivia pushed her off
and countered with a blistering uppercut that lifted Francesca
onto her toes. The crowd was roaring as the two rivals went at
it full throttle, the personal nature making every shot meaner.
The final minute was pure war. They stood toe-to-toe in the
center, trading bombs with little defense. Huge hooks and
uppercuts landed on jaws and bodies, blood starting to flow from
cuts. Olivia landed a heavy right that staggered Francesca, but
Francesca answered with a left hook to the navel that made
Olivia cry out. The taunting continued through gritted teeth —
“You’re done, Rodrigo!” “screw you, loser!”
The bell rang on a savage round. Both fighters returned to their
corners breathing hard, bodies marked up, the damage clearly
building. The rivalry was reaching a boiling point.
Round 2 Scoring: Olivia Rodrigo 10 – 9 Francesca Capaldi
Cumulative: Olivia Rodrigo 20 – 18 Francesca Capaldi
Olivia has a narrow two-point lead and edged the round with more
strikes landed. The fight is still very close and getting
nastier.
Round 3:
The bell rang for Round 3 and both fighters came out still
winded and a little more cautious. They met in the center and
immediately started throwing out feeler jabs and probing
crosses. Olivia snapped a hard jab that landed on Francesca’s
swelling upper lip. “Where did that mouth go, sl^t? I’m gonna
shut it permanently.” Francesca answered by slipping inside and
ripping a vicious left hook straight to Olivia’s left jug, the
impact making Olivia grunt loudly. “How’s that feel, superstar?
Your t!ts are mine tonight!” Francesca taunted, her voice
dripping with venom. They stood toe-to-toe both looking for any
opening but both held their guards high and tight.
Neither was willing to commit as Olivia body was sore and
Francesca's left eye was swelling shut. The round quickly turned
ugly and personal. Olivia landed a heavy right cross that
staggered Francesca, but Francesca immediately countered with a
low, borderline illegal hook that grazed Olivia’s bikini line
way below the navel. The referee warned the redhead to keep the
strikes up but Francesca slipped to the left and dug another
hook into the exact same spot. Now it was the Princess corner
that were on the apron screaming for a point to be deducted.
Francesca pushed forward keeping Olivia on her back foot. She
was able to land jabs but the power from earlier round wasn't
the same as she couldn't generate any power. Another borderline
shot from Francesca made Olivia skip back a few steps. “You
fight like a coward,” Olivia spat after blocking another low
shot. Francesca smirked, “And you hit like a washed-up pop
star.”
They clinched and mauled each other in close, throwing short,
nasty punches and shoving off with aggression. Olivia’s breasts
were red and swollen from Francesca’s targeted shots as she kept
on the pressure. The taunting flowed nonstop through gritted
teeth — “You’re done!” F$ck you, princess!”
Mid-round, Olivia landed a beautiful combination that backed
Francesca into the ropes. She swarmed, landing body shots and a
deliberate poke to Francesca’s swollen eye. Francesca pushed her
off and countered with a blistering flurry that rocked Olivia’s
head back. The crowd was roaring as the two rivals went at it
full throttle, the personal hatred making every shot meaner.
The final minute was pure savagery. They stood in the pocket and
traded bombs with little defense. Huge hooks and uppercuts
landed on jaws and bodies, blood starting to flow from cuts.
Olivia landed a heavy right that staggered Francesca badly.
Francesca answered with a left hook to the jug that made Olivia
cry out in pain. In the closing seconds, Olivia landed a
thunderous right cross that dropped Francesca hard to the canvas
for the first knockdown of the fight. Francesca beat the count
at eight, but she was clearly hurt as the bell rang.
Both fighters returned to their corners breathing hard, bodies
marked up, the damage clearly building. Francesca plopped onto
her stool her corner working on her swollen eye. Olivia had cold
compresses placed on her lower abdomen and it was clear that her
breathing was labored.
Round 3 Scoring: Olivia Rodrigo 10 – 8 Francesca Capaldi
(knockdown)
Current Total: Olivia Rodrigo 30 – 26 Francesca Capaldi
Olivia is pulling dangerously ahead but Francesca still has a
lot left.
Round 4:
Round 4 opened with neither woman caring about points anymore.
This had stopped being a fight and become a personal vendetta.
Olivia Rodrigo and Francesca Capaldi stormed out of their
corners, locked eyes for a split second, then crashed together
in the center of the ring. Every punch carried months of
resentment. There was no respect left—only the burning desire to
humiliate the woman standing across from them.
Olivia snapped stiff jabs straight into Francesca's battered
face, deliberately targeting the eye she had spent the entire
fight trying to shut. Francesca snarled through the pain,
slipped inside, and buried savage hooks into Olivia's ribs,
stomach, and that now numb left breast, forcing painful grunts
from her rival. Neither woman gave an inch. They stood
nose-to-nose, trading crushing hooks, ripping uppercuts, and
vicious body shots, each trying to leave permanent memories
behind. Olivia's left breast had turned deep red and swollen,
while Francesca's face was streaked with blood and rapidly
bruising.
The pace became downright ugly. Francesca uncorked a brutal
combination that rocked Olivia backward into the ropes. Seeing
her chance, she rushed in like a woman possessed, unloading
furious punches while screaming insults inches from Olivia's
face. Olivia covered up just long enough to fire back with
short, spiteful counters, each one thrown with bad intentions.
They crashed into a clinch, shoving, wrestling, landing elbows
to the sternum and knees to the thighs as they hammered each
other with rough inside shots as the referee fought to pry them
apart. Neither stopped running her mouth.
"Stay down this time, b!tch!"
"You'll have to kill me first!"
Halfway through the round, Francesca landed her biggest shot of
the fight. She whipped a crushing hook into Olivia's lower
abdomen. It was clean, it was solid and it caught Olivia wide
open. She crippling hook was driven with every ounce of
frustration behind it. The punch folded Olivia over instantly,
dropping her to both knees as she struggled to draw a breath.
Francesca stood over her with a cold smile, watching her rival
suffer before being ordered away. Olivia dragged herself upright
at the count of eight, still wincing with every breath, but
refusing to quit. Francesca immediately attacked the body again,
trying to break her will as much as her body.
The final minute became a furious brawl fueled by pride and
hatred. Olivia threw herself forward, swinging with reckless
abandon, catching Francesca with several heavy shots that
briefly had her stumbling. Francesca answered with bombs of her
own, snapping Olivia's head back and driving her toward the
ropes again. They met one last time in the center, unloading
everything they had left, each punch thrown with the sole
purpose of hurting the other.
When the bell finally ended the round, neither woman celebrated.
They simply staggered back to their corners and collapsed onto
their stools, exhausted, bruised, and battered after one of the
nastiest rounds either had ever endured.
Round 4 Scoring: Francesca Capaldi 10 – 8 Olivia Rodrigo
(knockdown)
Cumulative: Olivia Rodrigo 38 – 37 Francesca Capaldi
Francesca cut the lead in half but Olivia still leads by two
points. The momentum has clearly shifted in Francesca's favor.
Round 5:
The bell for Round 5 sounded, and it was obvious the war was
catching up to both women—but far more to Olivia Rodrigo. She
pushed herself off her stool slowly, every movement betraying
the body punishment she had absorbed. Her face was slightly
swollen but her body, her body was covered in angry bruises, and
every breath came with a grimace. Across the ring, Francesca
Capaldi looked fresh by comparison. She could see her rival
fading, and she had only one thing on her mind: finish this
stuck up Princess off and bring the event home for The
Wannabees. After all, Francesca was the Barbie Killer and with a
win over Olivia she would become The Princess Killer.
Francesca wasted no time. She marched straight to the center,
forcing Olivia backward before she could establish her jab.
Olivia tried to keep her at range, but Francesca slipped inside
and hammered a vicious left hook into her already battered ribs.
Olivia's face tightened in pain as she answered with a straight
right, but it lacked the snap it had earlier in the fight.
Francesca smiled, realizing the damage was finally breaking her
opponent down.
She could see it in Olivia's eyes. They way she grimaced, the
way her breath hitched. She was Francesca's now and all the
redhead had to do was put her away. Olivia fought with
everything she had left but every exchange ended the same way.
Olivia searched for head shots while Francesca relentlessly
punished the body. Hooks slammed into Olivia's ribs, drove into
her stomach, and crashed into her breasts, each blow drawing
another painful gasp. Olivia's punches still carried heart, but
her body simply wasn't responding anymore.
Then came the shot everyone would remember.
Francesca stepped around Olivia's jab and unleashed a crushing
hook that buried itself deep into Olivia's lower abdomen. It was
dangerously low but Referee Jennifer Aniston saw it cleanly and
let it go. The impact was thunderous and it folded Olivia over
instantly. Her mouth flew open as the air left her lungs, and
she collapsed to both knees, clutching her midsection while
desperately trying to breathe.
The arena exploded.
Francesca turned toward the roaring Wannabees supporters with
both fists raised, convinced the fight—and the event—was over.
She just hit Olivia with her best shot and there was no way
Olivia or anyone else was getting back up. The referee
immediately waved her away and began the count as Olivia
remained frozen on her knees, eyes squeezed shut, every second
looking like it might be her last in the contest.
"...Six..."
Olivia barely moved.
"...Seven..."
She planted one glove on the canvas.
"...Eight..."
Her legs trembled violently as she somehow used the ropes to
pull herself upright.
"...Nine..."
She staggered to her feet just before the referee reached ten,
swaying in place with glazed eyes and a body that looked ready
to give out. She had beaten the count by the slimmest possible
margin, but she was badly hurt.
Francesca saw it instantly and tried to bully her way around the
ref.
“BREAK! Back to the corner.”
Jennifer walked an anxious Francesca back to a neutral corner
and scolded her. Francesca had lost all of her patience and
couldn't wait to get back and finish Olivia. The referee had
enough and gave Francesca a warning as the Wannabee corner, not
concerned with the warning wanted Francesca to go and knock
Olivia out.
Fortunately for Olivia, the extra 30 seconds allowed her to
catch her breath and steady her legs. He breathing slowed a bit
and she could feel her legs coming back but her body was hurting
and her head was still cloudy.
Finally the referee brought them back to the center and slapped
her hands. “FIGHT!”
Francesca charged across the ring with the urgency of a fighter
smelling the finish, unloading heavy hooks into Olivia's
battered body and forcing her backward step after step. Olivia
offered little offense now, surviving almost entirely on
instinct. She grabbed, clinched, and leaned on Francesca
whenever she could, buying precious seconds while absorbing more
punishment than she could return.
The final minute became a desperate fight for survival.
Francesca relentlessly chased the stoppage, ripping punches into
Olivia's aching midsection whenever even the smallest opening
appeared. Olivia refused to fall again, but she spent almost the
entire closing stretch backing away, tying Francesca up, leaning
her weight on the redhead and willing herself to stay on her
feet until the clock expired.
When the bell finally sounded, Olivia nearly collapsed into the
ropes before her corner caught her. She had survived—but only
just.
Francesca walked directly toward her exhausted rival, stopping
only inches away as the referee stepped between them. A
confident grin spread across her bruised face before she turned,
pointed toward the Wannabees corner, and strode back to her
stool believing she was one round away from delivering victory
for her stable.
Round 5 Scoring: Francesca Capaldi 10 – 8 Olivia Rodrigo
(knockdown from building damage)
Current Total: Tied Francesca Capaldi 46 – 46 Olivia Rodrigo
The fight is dead even heading into the final round but Olivia
is hanging on by a thread and Francesca is looking for a knock
out.
Pre-Round 6 – The Corners
The atmosphere inside the MGM Grand was suffocating as the final
minute between rounds ticked away. Every person in the arena
knew the next three minutes would decide not only the fight, but
the stable showdown.
In the Disney Princesses corner, Olivia Rodrigo sat slumped
forward on her stool, elbows resting on her knees, her head
hanging as she struggled to draw a full breath. Her abdomen was
a patchwork of deep purple bruises, every inhale sending another
stab of pain through her body. Her left eye was swelling and
sweat mixed with blood as the cutman desperately worked to clear
her vision.
"I... I can't breathe..." Olivia whispered between ragged gasps.
"I'm hurt... I'm hurt bad..."
Her trainer grabbed both of her shoulders and forced her to look
up.
"Olivia, listen to me. It's tied but you're behind. She stole
this fight from you because you let her inside. Don't give her
your body anymore. Keep your hands up, stay behind the jab, and
make her chase you. Work that eye every chance you get. Circle
left, don't let her cut you off, and whatever you do... don't
stand still."
Olivia nodded weakly, still fighting to catch her breath.
"She knows you're hurt," her trainer continued. "She's coming
straight for your body. You have to survive the first minute.
Make her miss. Frustrate her. If you win this round, The
Princesses are still alive. But if you let her trap you again...
your done and the stable is done. Do you want that?”"
He didn't finish the sentence.
Olivia slowly rose from the stool, grimacing as she straightened
up. Every step toward the center of the ring looked like it
hurt, but there was still determination behind the bruising and
exhaustion. She wasn't ready to surrender.
Across the ring, the scene couldn't have been more different.
Francesca Capaldi hadn't even waited for the ten-second warning.
She was already standing. Ignoring the stool behind her, she
paced along the ropes with her gloves clenched tightly together,
never once taking her eyes off Olivia. She barely acknowledged
the cutman as he tried to inspect the swelling around her eye.
"Can you still see?"
Francesca brushed him aside without even looking.
"I'm fine."
Her trainer kept talking, trying to squeeze in a final game
plan.
"Stay smart. Don't get reckless. Keep—"
Francesca wasn't listening anymore.
She stood motionless now, glaring across the ring at Olivia with
an intensity that bordered on psychotic. She watched Olivia
struggle to stand, saw the way she guarded her battered
midsection, saw the shallow breaths, and saw a wounded opponent
who was running on nothing but heart. An opponent ripe for the
taking.
Her trainer finally stepped in front of her to regain her
attention.
"Listen! One more round! Keep breaking her down. Don't let her
breathe. Stay on the body until she drops her hands, then finish
upstairs. This fight is yours. Bring this home for the
Wannabees."
Francesca gave the slightest nod, but it was obvious her mind
was already somewhere else.
"She's done," she muttered, never taking her eyes off Olivia.
"I'm ending this."
The referee called both fighters to center. Olivia walked
forward slowly, forcing each painful step. Francesca was already
there, waiting. They stood face-to-face for the final
instructions, neither blinking, neither looking away. The hatred
between them had boiled over long ago. Now, only one round
remained to settle it.
Round 6 (Final Round)
The bell rang for the final round and the MGM Grand erupted.
Olivia Rodrigo and Francesca Capaldi met in the center with
everything on the line. The score was dead even, and whoever
controlled these final three minutes would likely leave Las
Vegas with the decision. Both fighters wore the scars of five
grueling rounds. Olivia's body was covered in angry welts and
deepening bruises, while Francesca's nose had bled on and off
since the fourth and her left eye had nearly swollen completely
shut. Neither woman showed the slightest intention of giving an
inch.
Olivia came out behind a snapping jab, pumping it repeatedly
into Francesca's face to keep the shorter fighter at the end of
her reach. The punches lacked the power of the early rounds, but
they were finding the target. Francesca slipped the third jab,
darted inside, ripped a hook into Olivia's ribs and followed
with a sharp right upstairs. Olivia answered immediately with a
stiff straight left that snapped Francesca's head back and
brought the crowd to its feet.
The pace somehow increased despite the exhaustion. Francesca
bobbed under another jab and unleashed a furious four-punch
combination, digging both fists into Olivia's body before
whipping a hook around the guard. Olivia retreated to the ropes,
elbows in tight to her ribs covering up as Francesca sensed the
moment and poured on the pressure.
The crowd roared as Francesca hammered away with short, thudding
hooks and uppercuts, trying to steal the fight through sheer
aggression. Olivia absorbed several shots on her gloves before
suddenly pivoting off the ropes. As Francesca charged after her,
Olivia planted her feet and blasted a perfectly timed counter
right that stopped the redhead in her tracks. A sweeping left
hook followed, then another stiff jab, forcing Francesca
backward for the first time in several rounds.
Now it was Olivia pressing the attack as her entire stable leapt
to its feet, screaming for the comeback.
She stalked Francesca across the ring, doubling her jab before
driving a hard right into the body and a straight cross into the
swollen left eye. Francesca grimaced as each punch landed flush.
With her left eye now completely closed, her vision was badly
compromised. Olivia recognized it instantly, skipped off to the
right and ripped two more hooks into the ribs, then drove
another straight left into Francesca's face. Unable to see the
punches coming, Francesca stumbled a half step but refused to
clinch.
Instead, she fired back.
The two women planted themselves in the center of the ring and
traded without hesitation. Jabs, hooks, crosses, and uppercuts
flew in relentless succession as sweat sprayed with every clean
connection. The crowd was deafening, sensing both fighters were
emptying whatever remained in their tanks.
With one minute remaining, Francesca landed perhaps her finest
combination of the fight—a crisp left hook followed by a
crushing right cross right on the navel that buckled Olivia's
knees. Gasps echoed through the arena as Olivia staggered
backward. Francesca surged forward looking for the finish,
throwing everything she had, but Olivia instinctively reached
out, wrapped both arms around the redhead and held on
desperately. Nearly twenty seconds ticked away as the Wannabee
corner screamed for the referee to separate them, but Olivia had
survived the storm.
As soon as the referee called for the break, Olivia went right
back to her jab, snapping it repeatedly into Francesca's face
despite her obvious fatigue. Every punch was fueled by
determination rather than power. Francesca continued swinging
with bad intentions, but with only one eye functioning, many of
her punches sliced harmlessly through the air.
Thirty seconds remained.
The fighters met one final time in the center of the ring.
Olivia landed first with a crisp jab. Francesca answered with a
digging right to the body. Olivia fired a straight left.
Francesca countered with a looping hook. Neither woman gave
ground.
The final ten seconds erupted into a wild exchange as the MGM
Grand thundered around them. Punches landed cleanly on both
sides, neither fighter willing to retreat. Olivia circled toward
Francesca's blind side and buried a crunching hook into the ribs
before whipping a rapid left-right combination upstairs.
Francesca swung almost entirely on instinct, landing a heavy
hook to Olivia's midsection that forced an audible gasp as
Olivia's mouthguard slipped halfway from her mouth. Another hard
shot to the stomach knocked it onto the canvas, but Olivia
refused to back away, holding her breath and answering with one
final straight cross that slammed directly into Francesca's
swollen eye.
The final bell sounded with Francesca still throwing wild
punches through instinct and determination while Olivia stood
doubled over, clutching her aching stomach. Francesca continued
swinging until the referee stepped between them, wrapping both
arms around her and physically guiding her back to her corner as
the sold-out crowd erupted into a thunderous standing ovation.
Neither woman acknowledged the other as their corners rushed in,
toweling them down and tending to their wounds. Several anxious
minutes passed before the ring announcer finally stepped to the
center of the ring, scorecards in hand. The entire MGM Grand
fell silent.
Post-Fight Decision – Match 6
The two warriors sat in their corners while the judges
disappeared behind the scorecards. The deafening MGM Grand had
suddenly fallen into an uneasy silence. Every fan knew what hung
in the balance. This wasn't simply the outcome of one fight—it
would decide the fate of the entire Stable Showdown. If Olivia
Rodrigo's hand was raised, the Disney Princesses would survive
to fight another day. If Francesca Capaldi prevailed, the
Wannabees would capture the event, seize the bragging rights,
and spend the next year reminding everyone who ruled the UCC.
The minutes dragged by like hours.
Both fighters were cleaned up as best they could for the
announcement, but neither corner could erase the punishment of
six savage rounds. Olivia was slowly lifted from her stool,
barely able to straighten her aching body. Her face was swollen
and streaked with dried blood but it was her core. Her ribs were
shades of blue, purple and faint yellow while her abdomen
covered in deep purple bruises from Francesca's relentless body
attack. With the possibility of sudden death looming Olivia's
corner refused her request to remove her gloves.
Across the ring, Francesca refused to show weakness. She stood
tall, bouncing lightly on her feet as if she had plenty left in
the tank. It was an act worthy of an Oscar. Beneath the bravado,
every breath hurt. Her left eye had swollen completely shut, her
nose was still leaking blood, and every movement sent pain
through her battered body.
The ring announcer reached for the official scorecard. The arena
held its collective breath. Just as he was about to read the
decision, one of the judges stepped forward and took the card
back. A murmur swept through the crowd.
Another score was being verified.
Groans echoed around the arena as another agonizing minute
passed. Fans from both stables stood frozen. Neither corner
dared celebrate. The Disney Princesses gripped each other's
shoulders in nervous anticipation while the Wannabees paced like
caged animals, convinced the delay could only mean something had
gone wrong. Whispers of buying referees and paying judges turned
into bold accusations.
Finally, the card was returned. The referee summoned both
fighters to center ring.
Olivia and Francesca slowly shuffled forward, each leaning
heavily on their attendants as the referee grasped their wrists.
They swayed from exhaustion, barely able to remain upright.
Their eyes never left the ring announcer.
"Ladies and gentlemen... after six rounds of boxing, we go to
the judges' scorecards."
The MGM Grand became eerily silent.
"Judge number one scores the bout... 56-55... Francesca
Capaldi!"
The Wannabees exploded while the Princesses stood frozen.
"Judge number two scores the bout... 56-55... Olivia Rodrigo!"
Now the entire arena held its breath.
One judge.
One point.
One winner.
One stable would leave victorious.
The ring announcer slowly opened the final card.
"...Judge number three scores this contest... 56-55... for your
winner... by split decision... OLIVIA RODRIGOOOOOO!"
The MGM Grand erupted.
Half the arena exploded with jubilation while the other half
rained down deafening boos. Olivia closed her eyes as relief
washed over her battered face. Fighting through the pain, she
raised both arms into the air, tears mixing with sweat and
blood. Against every prediction, she had kept the Disney
Princesses alive.
Francesca violently yanked her arm away from the referee before
storming toward the judges' table.
"Blind motherf$ckers! You f$cking robbed me—and you robbed the
Wannabees!" she screamed, pointing furiously at the officials.
"You useless blind-ass limp dick motherf$ckers!"
Her teammates poured into the ring immediately, trainers and
stablemates shouting at the judges and officials. Water bottles
flew through the air as security rushed in, forming a wall
between the furious Wannabees and the ringside officials before
the confrontation turned physical.
Across the ring, the Disney Princesses flooded the canvas,
surrounding Olivia in an emotional celebration. Tears, hugs, and
screams of relief filled their corner. They hadn't just won a
fight—they had kept their entire stable alive. They survived the
Barbie Killer and now they would put their hopes on their newest
fighter.
Meanwhile, Francesca continued kicking at the canvas and
shouting "Robbery!" as teammates struggled to pull her away. It
took several security officers and members of her own corner to
finally escort her from the ring. Ass she was being escorted to
her locker room she broke free and stormed back into the ring
and headed straight for Olivia.
“Put your gloves back on, b!tch and lets finish this like real
women!”
Olivia sore but not about to take any sh!t from Francesca took a
step forward.
I'm right here hun. You want me to close that other eye?”
It now took 3 security guards to corral Francesca. As she was
being dragged away Olivia gave her a cheeky wave.
“Bye bye, Wannaloser.”
As Olivia climbed the ropes one final time and raised her fists
toward the roaring crowd, everyone inside the MGM Grand knew one
thing. The Disney Princesses had survived. The Wannabees would
never accept this decision. And the war between the two stables
had just become even more personal.
Post-Fight Humiliation – Match 6
Olivia Rodrigo stood victorious in the center of the ring as the
split decision was announced. The Princesses section cheered
wildly while the Wannabees booed. Francesca Capaldi was calmed
down and ordered by stable leader Jayden Bartels to take her
punishment without causing any more trouble. Olivia didn’t wait
for the officials. She marched straight over, grabbed Francesca
by the hair, and yanked her to the middle of the ring.
Without a word, Olivia immediately ripped off Francesca’s top,
exposing the redhead’s big, firm jugs to the roaring crowd. The
audience was amazed at the size and how after six intense rounds
of boxing they still rode high and proud on her chest despite
the bruising. Olivia smiled coldly as Francesca instinctively
tried to cover herself.
Olivia went to work on Francesca’s legs. She locked her in a
grapevine, spreading Francesca’s compact legs wider and wider.
Olivia’s longer legs allowed her to stretch Francesca until her
inner thigh muscles felt like they were going to rip. This was
new to Francesca and the pain was real and intense. Olivia
pulled the grapevine wider while lowering her own breasts on top
of Francesca’s bigger jugs. Olivia was sore but her breasts were
on top, and gravity was flattening Francesca’s while her legs
were going numb.
“Oh my, red, those big jugs of yours look like flat tires,”
Olivia taunted. “**** you, Rodrigo. You are so going to pay for
this,” Francesca spat through gritted teeth.
Olivia rolled her shoulders while pulling her legs wider.
Francesca wailed in agony. “FINE! I give! Stop or you’ll break
my legs!” Olivia released the grapevine. “We’re not done,
sweetie. We're just getting started.”
Olivia rolled Francesca onto her back, grabbed her ankles, and
locked her in a Boston Crab. Francesca wailed out as she was
bent back at a crippling angle. The Wannabee tapped over and
over on the mat until Olivia released the lock. “Had enough,
Creampuff?” Olivia asked. “f$ck you, you fake plastic princess.”
“I'll never give to a slutt^ little princess.”
Olivia rolled Francesca onto her stomach, sat on her back facing
her ankles, and took her left hand and dug her fingers deep into
Francesca’s hamstring just below the glute. Francesca screamed
bloody murder as Olivia dug her thumb into the tight muscle
while her fingers pinched and kneaded. The pain was so intense
that Francesca could only last a few seconds. “You win! You win!
Stop! Oh please stop!”
Olivia released the hamstring clamp. “Have you had enough?”
“Yes! Yes!” “Are you a dirty little **** who cheats?” “Yes! Yes!
Now get off me!”
Olivia stood up, arms raised in victory, as Francesca curled
into a ball on the mat, sobbing from the pain and humiliation.
Olivia rolled Francesca onto her back, placed her bare foot
firmly on Francesca’s flattened, bruised breast, and posed
triumphantly for the roaring crowd. She then slid her toes
across Francesca’s lips, rubbing them around her swollen face
before slowly sticking them into her mouth. Francesca, red as
her hair in fury and humiliation, had no choice but to take it,
her eyes burning with rage as Olivia’s toes filled her mouth.
The crowd went wild as Olivia held the degrading pose,
completely dominating her broken rival.
The Princesses corner celebrated wildly while the Wannabees
looked on in anger. Olivia had finally broken her rival in a
nasty, mean-spirited display.
Written by the Badass Barbies
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