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Fight 07 Ava Kolker vs Kaylee Quinn
DIR By: BadAssBunnies
Date: July 28, 2026, 12:35 am
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Match 7: Ava Kolker (Disney Princesses) vs. Kaylee Quinn
(Wannabees)
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Pre-Fight Locker Room Build-Ups – Match 7
The Disney Princesses locker room was tense but laser-focused.
They had fallen behind 3 fights to 2, and Olivia Rodrigo was
moments away from dropping the event to Francesca Capaldi of the
Wannabees. Down but far from out, a bruised and battered Olivia
dug deep, willed herself to a hard-fought win, and kept her
stable’s tournament hopes alive.
The Wannabees were furious at letting the chance to close out
their hated rivals slip away. Instead of pointing fingers or
boiling over, they redirected that fire into the final
bout—determined to lock in another victory over their stuck-up,
pretentious opponents.
Both stables were pure business. This highly anticipated
deciding match would not only crown the tournament champions but
also deliver bragging rights until the next event.
Disney Princesses Locker Room:
Ava Kolker sat on the bench, gloves laced tight, staring at the
floor as her trainers worked over her. The 5'5", 103-lb rookie
drew in deep breaths, her full 32D chest rising and falling with
each one. This was a must-win for the stable. The team had
gathered around her, the air thick with pressure.
“You got this, Ava,” Bella Thorne said. “She’s raw just like
you, but you’re a Princess. Fight smart, use your reach, and
don’t let her bully you inside. This is for the stable — we win
this and we take the whole thing.”
Ava nodded, jaw set. “I’m ready. She’s not taking this from us.”
The room crackled with motivation. Trainers fired off
last-second advice on movement and body work while the rest of
the team hyped her up. “You’re talented. You’re willing to die
for us — go out there and prove it.”
Ava stood, bouncing lightly on her toes, fire clear in her eyes.
The stable was counting on her. She was raw, but she was ready.
Wannabees Locker Room:
The Wannabees locker room was loud and fired up. Kaylee Quinn
shadowboxed in the corner, gloves on, her 5'4", 108-lb frame
coiled with energy. The rookie was locked in, the team pressed
in around her with aggressive motivation.
“This is it, Kaylee! The whole event is on you,” Darci Lynn
Farmer barked. “She’s a weak-ass little Princess — make her pay
for every round. Go low, pressure her, use your size to break
down that soft flabby belly. You have to be willing to die for
the stable — show them what a Wannabee is made of!”
Kaylee nodded hard, smacking her gloves together before slamming
a fist into her own tight abs, the sound echoing through the
room. “I’m ending that b!tch and pounding her t!ts off! She’s
not taking this from us.”
The locker room was pure chaos — teammates yelling
encouragement, trainers firing off last-second tips on
aggression and inside fighting. “You’re raw, you’re talented,
and you’re ours. Go out there and win this for the Wannabees!”
Kaylee bounced on her toes, eyes blazing. The stable was
counting on her. She was ready to die for the cause.
Both locker rooms crackled with pressure and motivation. The
final match was moments away.
Build-Up & Weigh-In:
The MGM Grand was electric as the final match of the night
approached. With the stable showdown locked at 3-3, this fight
would decide the winner of the entire event. Ava Kolker and
Kaylee Quinn — both raw, talented rookies — were ready to die
for their stables. The tension had been building all night, and
the weigh-in the day before had been the most contentious of the
entire card.
At the official weigh-in, Ava Kolker stepped on the scale first
for the Disney Princesses. The 5'5", 103-lb brunette looked
determined in her sports bra and shorts, her 32D chest rising
and falling with nervous energy. Kaylee Quinn followed, the 5'6"
Wannabees fighter bouncing with brash confidence, her athletic
108-lb frame primed for battle. The second they locked eyes, the
hatred exploded.
They slapped each other hard across the face almost immediately.
Security rushed in as both girls grabbed fistfuls of hair and
refused to let go. Ava’s top was ripped halfway off in the
chaos, exposing one of her firm breasts to the flashing cameras.
Kaylee lost a clump of hair as Ava yanked viciously. “You fake
princess b!tch!” Kaylee screamed. “I’m gonna end you!” Ava
snarled back, “Try it, you wannabe puzzy!”
Extra security was needed to pry them apart. Both stables were
yelling and pushing, the entire weigh-in turning into a
near-brawl. Moderators and officials had to separate the teams
as the two rookies continued shouting threats across the stage.
“I’m going to rip your **** off!” Ava yelled. “I’ll break your
slutty face!” Kaylee shot back. The crowd loved every second of
the chaos, and the rivalry had never been hotter.
Now, on fight night, the stakes couldn’t be higher. The winner
of this match would claim bragging rights and the stable
showdown for their team. Ava Kolker walked out first for the
Disney Princesses, the pressure clear on her young shoulders.
She moved with raw determination, her athletic frame ready for
war. The Princesses faithful cheered loudly, knowing this was
the decider.
Kaylee Quinn followed to massive Wannabees roars. The brash
rookie bounced with aggressive energy, pointing straight at Ava
and shouting, “This is for the stable! I’m ending you,
princess!” The two rookies locked eyes across the ring with pure
hatred, both ready to throw down before the bell in this
must-win fight.
Referee Carmen Electra had extra security around the ring as the
fighters were brought to center. The tension was palpable — this
was the fight everyone had been waiting for.
Round 1:
The bell rang and the final match of the night exploded into
raw, emotional violence. Ava Kolker and Kaylee Quinn crashed
together in the center like two rookies ready to do whatever it
took, and the fight turned filthy from the opening seconds.
Ava snapped a hard jab, but Kaylee answered instantly with a
blatant eye poke that made Ava flinch and cover her face.
Referee Carmen Electra barked a warning. “Watch the eyes,
Quinn!” Kaylee just smirked and pressed forward, driving a low
blow straight into Ava’s lower belly. Ava grunted in pain as the
ref shouted again. “Last warning, Wannabee! Keep it clean or
else!”
Despite the dirt, both girls were excellent boxers. Ava **** a
crisp right cross that staggered Kaylee, then followed with a
sharp uppercut that lifted her onto her toes. Kaylee answered in
the clinch with a nasty elbow the referee completely missed,
opening a cut over Ava’s eye that immediately started to bleed.
The round was pure chaos and pure personal. They traded clean,
hard boxing shots — jabs, crosses, hooks — while sneaking in
every dirty move they could get away with. Ava stomped down hard
on Kaylee’s toes, making her limp back a couple of steps. Kaylee
answered with a knee to the thigh and another low blow. Both
fighters were warned repeatedly until Carmen Electra finally
deducted a point from each for the constant fouls. The crowd was
losing its mind as the two rookies lit each other up with real
skill between the cheating.
Mid-round, Ava unloaded a beautiful combination that rocked
Kaylee’s head, but Kaylee clinched tight and drove a short
uppercuts to Ava's breasts. Ava shoved her off and landed a
heavy right hand that staggered Kaylee again. The action never
slowed — pure talent mixed with pure hatred. Carmen Electra was
constantly stepping in, but the two kept finding ways to hurt
each other.
In the final thirty seconds they traded bombs, but the punches
grew wilder and more desperate, most of them only glancing. The
bell rang and they ignored it completely, still throwing as the
referee tried to separate them. They tumbled to the canvas in a
tangled mess of elbows, knees, and hair-pulling until security
and Carmen finally dragged them apart.
Both fighters stumbled back to their corners breathing hard,
marked up, bleeding, and furious. Round one was a war.
Round 1 Scoring: Ava Kolker 9 – 8 Kaylee Quinn (cleaner boxing
despite the dirtiness plus point deducted)
The fight is off to a chaotic and dirty start.
Round 2:
The bell rang for Round 2 and Kaylee Quinn exploded forward with
pure malice. The 5'6" Wannabees floated on her toes as the
rookie closed the gap fast, shoulders rolling, eyes locked on
Ava like she wanted to break her in half. Ava tried to keep her
on the end of the jab, but Kaylee slipped under it and ripped a
vicious left hook into the left breast that made Ava’s mouth
open in a silent gasp.
Kaylee stayed glued to her, bobbing and weaving, then slamming
another hard shot into the soft part of Ava’s stomach. Every
time Ava tried to reset, Kaylee was already there, hammering the
body and then vanishing before the counter could land. “Feel
that, princess?” she snarled between punches. “I’m gonna empty
that soft little gut.”
Ava clinched out of desperation and even grabbed a handful of
hair, but Kaylee used the tight in-close fighting to grind a
sharp elbow across her rack and then spin free, already firing
more body shots on her way back. The referee’s warnings were
ignored. Kaylee’s fists kept digging deeper, and Ava’s
midsection was turning an ugly shade of red. The crowd roared
every time another left or right **** into the ribs.
Halfway through the round Kaylee found the perfect opening. She
feinted high, then drove a thunderous hook straight into Ava’s
liver. Ava’s legs folded. She dropped to both knees, arms
wrapped around her side, fighting the deep crippling pain.
Carmen Electra started the count. Ava forced herself up at
eight, legs trembling, eyes glassy, lower body still numb.
Kaylee didn’t give her a second to recover. She stormed in
again, looking for the stoppage, but Ava wrapped her up and held
on for dear life. In the final minute Kaylee still dictated
every exchange — sharp jabs to lift the guard, then brutal shots
downstairs that made Ava’s knees buckle again and again. Ava
answered with a few wild counters born of pure spite, but the
round belonged entirely to Kaylee.
The bell sounded and Kaylee strutted back to her corner, still
talking trash, while Ava staggered to her stool looking like
she’d been hit by a truck.
Round 2 Scoring: Kaylee Quinn 10 – 8 Ava Kolker
Total after 2 Rounds: Kaylee Quinn 18- 17 Ava Kolker
Kaylee is taking over the fight with her aggression and body
work.
Round 3:
The bell rang for Round 3 and Ava Kolker came out looking like
she wanted to kill. She had taken a beating in round 2 and knew
she needed to turn the fight around before it got out of
control. The Disney Princesses rookie’s face was already swollen
and her midsection burned from the last round, but the hatred
overrode every bit of pain. She charged straight in, slammed
Kaylee against the ropes, and drove a short, illegal elbow
straight into her temple. The referee never saw it. Ava followed
immediately with a heavy right hand that snapped Kaylee’s head
sideways and sent her stumbling.
Ava smelled blood and refused to let her breathe. She pinned
Kaylee in the corner and unloaded a vicious mix of clean shots
and dirty ones — short uppercuts, rabbit punches to the back of
the head, and another elbow that opened a cut above Kaylee’s
eye. Kaylee’s legs were heavy, her breathing ragged, but she
still fired back out of pure spite, digging left hooks into
Ava’s already ruined ribs and swollen breasts making the
Princesses fighter grimace in agony.
Halfway through the round Ava found the opening she wanted. She
feinted high, then ripped a vicious uppercut that caught Kaylee
clean on the chin. Kaylee’s eyes rolled and she crashed hard to
the canvas. The crowd exploded. Carmen Electra counted. Kaylee,
face twisted in pain, forced herself up at eight on shaking
legs, blood running down her cheek.
Ava swarmed again, still hurting from the body damage but driven
by pure hate. She poured on more punishment while Kaylee, barely
standing, answered with desperate, spiteful counters that still
managed to land. Every exchange was ugly and personal — both
girls trading in pain, both refusing to give an inch. The
referee mostly stayed out of it and let them settle it
themselves.
When the bell finally rang, Ava was clearly the stronger of the
two, but both fighters looked like they’d been through a meat
grinder. Kaylee limped back to her corner bleeding and gasping.
Ava walked back to hers with fire still in her eyes, already
thinking about how to finish it.
Round 3 Scoring: Ava Kolker 10 – 8 Kaylee Quinn (knockdown +
aggression)
Total after 3 Rounds: Ava Kolker 27 – 26 Kaylee Quinn
Round 4:
The bell rang for Round 4 and Kaylee Quinn came out meaner than
ever. She used her jab like a whip, snapping Ava’s head back
again and again, then immediately stepped in and dug low with a
hard left to the already swollen midsection. Ava tried to close
the distance, but Kaylee slipped every punch and answered with
sharp, dirty counters — a thumb near the eye, a short forearm
across the face, short scything uppercuts to the breasts,
anything she could get away with.
Kaylee’s movement was vicious. She danced just out of range,
then exploded forward with clean combinations that turned into
rabbit punches and elbows the second they got close. Ava’s body
was already a mess from earlier rounds, and Kaylee kept
punishing it, slamming shots into the same bruised spots until
Ava’s face twisted in agony with every impact. It was a master
class in boxing by the young Wannabee.
Halfway through the round Kaylee unloaded a crisp three-punch
combination that sent Ava stumbling back into the ropes. She
followed instantly, pouring on volume — head, body, head again —
while grinding her forearm into Ava’s face in the clinch. Ava’s
hands dropped. Carmen Electra stepped in and gave her a standing
eight count as she sagged against the ropes, legs barely under
her. Ava nodded she could continue, but her eyes were glassy and
her breathing was ragged.
The final minute was pure survival. Kaylee kept the pressure
high, mixing sharp boxing with mean, illegal shots that the
referee mostly ignored. Ava clinched desperately, holding on for
dear life, absorbing more body shots and short elbows while
trying to last until the bell. Every second was misery, but pure
hatred kept her upright.
When the round finally ended, Kaylee strutted back to her corner
with a smug grin. Ava staggered to her stool looking like she
was one more clean shot away from being finished.
Round 4 Scoring: Kaylee Quinn 10 – 8 Ava Kolker (standing 8 +
dominance)
Total after 4 Rounds: Kaylee Quinn 36- 35 Ava Kolker
Round 5:
The bell rang for Round 5 and Ava Kolker came out with a
vengeance. The Disney Princesses rookie knew the fight was
slipping away and came out on a mission, using her weight and
power to muddy up the fight forcing Kaylee Quinn to cover up.
Ava landed crisp combinations and a thunderous hook to the ribs
that dropped Kaylee hard to the canvas for the knockdown. Kaylee
beat the count at nine, but Ava was in complete control, her
confidence growing as she pressed the advantage in this seesaw
bout.
Ava stormed forward and pinned Kaylee against the ropes,
unloading hard shots to the head and body without mercy. Kaylee
covered up and tried to weather it, but Ava’s longer arms kept
her trapped and bleeding. Ava feinted high with the left, waited
for Kaylee to dip right, then ripped a vicious hook into the
ribs, followed by a straight left that **** across the cheek and
a third punch that buried deep into the solar plexus.
Kaylee’s mouth flew open. She coughed hard, spit her mouthpiece
onto the canvas, and collapsed forward into Ava, her body
sliding limply down the front of the Princesses fighter. Ava
threw both arms in the air as her stable erupted, already
celebrating the win. Carmen Electra shoved her toward a neutral
corner while the count continued.
At six Kaylee’s eyes fluttered. By nine she dragged herself up
the ropes on shaky legs. The referee grabbed both gloves, shook
them hard, and decided she could continue.
Ava stood there in pure disbelief, then started bouncing on her
toes with a cocky swagger that said she was about to end it for
good. Kaylee’s legs still wobbled, but she got her hands up just
in time to slip a wild right and answer with a short hook to
Ava’s gut — not her hardest punch, but a clear message that the
Wannabee wasn’t done.
They circled at range, trading jabs that mostly missed. Kaylee
suddenly launched an overhead right. Ava ducked under it, then
drove a blatant low blow straight into Kaylee’s lower belly and
followed with a knee to the gut. Carmen Electra saw the whole
thing, deducted a point on the spot, and gave Kaylee time to
recover while warning Ava hard.
In the closing seconds Kaylee desperately raked her thumb hard
across Ava’s right eye in a blatant, intentional foul. Ava
screamed in pain and staggered backward, both hands flying to
her face. The referee saw it instantly and barked a warning, but
the damage was already done. Ava’s eye ballooned shut within
seconds, vision gone, the pain sharp and blinding.
Carmen Electra waved the action off and called the ring doctor
in. After a quick examination of the raked, swelling eye the
doctor shook his head and waved the fight over, declaring it a
No Contest. The arena erupted. Both corners stormed the ring.
Officials and security had to shove the two teams apart as the
chaos boiled over.
Ava was livid, still holding a glove over the injured eye while
shouting that she could see and wanted to continue. Kaylee,
still spoiling for a fight, argued with the referee about the
stoppage pointing for Ava to put back on her gloves, but the
decision stood. The stable showdown remained locked at 3-3, the
rivalry left unresolved after a brutal, dirty war.
The crowd split down the middle — half cheering the stoppage,
half booing the controversial end. Both fighters had shown real
heart and skill, yet the fouls and the eye injury robbed
everyone of a decisive finish. Officials made the No Contest
official while the medical team continued checking Ava’s eye.
The fight closed with the stables still dead even and the bad
blood thicker than ever.
Stable Leader to Settle the Score:
The event was still locked at 3-3. The rookies had left it
unfinished, and now the stable leaders would have to settle the
war themselves.
Dove Cameron and Jayden Bartels locked eyes across the chaos of
the ring. Neither had planned to fight tonight. Neither wanted
the risk. But both understood exactly what was at stake. Without
a word they turned and headed for the locker rooms, the weight
of the entire night suddenly on their shoulders.
Inside the Princesses dressing room the air was electric and
cold. Dove stripped down fast, trainers already wrapping her
hands while the rest of the stable watched in silence. “This is
on us now,” she said flatly, eyes hard. “No more rookies. No
more excuses. We finish this.”
Across the hall the Wannabees locker room was pure fury. Jayden
paced like a caged animal while her team laced her gloves. “They
think they’re better than us,” she snarled. “I’m putting that
stuck-up princess on her ass. Six rounds. No mercy.”
A single hard glance in the hallway was all they needed. Both
women knew the score. The rookies had failed. Now the leaders
would put their own bodies on the line and go the full six
rounds to decide a winner once and for all. The rivalry had just
gone nuclear.
Written by The Badass Barbies
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