Post reply

Warning: this topic has not been posted in for at least 120 days.
Unless you're sure you want to reply, please consider starting a new topic.
Name:
Subject:
Message icon:
Attach:
Help (Clear Attachment)
(more attachments)
Allowed file types: doc, gif, jpg, jpeg, mpg, pdf, png, txt, zip, rar, csv, xls, xlsx, docx, xlsm, psd, cpp, mp4, mp3, webm, ogg, webp, py
Restrictions: 10 per post, maximum total size 2048KB, maximum individual size 1024KB
Verification:

shortcuts: hit alt+s to submit/post or alt+p to preview


Topic Summary

Posted by: BadassBarbies
« on: May 18, 2025, 08:04:02 am »


Laura,

I’ve tolerated your nonsense long enough. Let me make one thing perfectly clear: I don’t step into that cage with the intent to injure anyone—not even someeone as annoying as you. But don’t confuse that with weakness.

This is the UCC, sweetheart. It's brutal, it's real, and it rewards those who can finish the fight. You accusing me of deliberately trying to hurt you is laughable—no, it’s embarrassing. You got beat. End of story.

Yes, I kicked your legs out until you were a heap on the mat. But that wasn’t malice. That was strategy. And if you can't check a kick, maybe you’re in the wrong sport.

Let’s be honest: if I wanted to put you out, you wouldn’t just be limping—you’d be laid up, silent, and forgotten. But here you are, limping around and somehow still flapping your lips like you didn’t just get picked apart.



And seriously? Everyone’s crying over your damn legs. “Poor Laura,” “Dove crippled her,” “She’s jealous of those long legs.” Please. I’m not jealous of your legs. They’re your best feature—I'll give you that—but they’re still no match for mine, especially when I’m using mine to break yours.

You lost because you were unprepared. You didn’t adapt. That’s not on me—that’s your failure. You want to stay relevant in this league? Then grow up, toughen up, and stop blaming me for exposing your weakness.

We’ve got a gauntlet ahead, and when the dust settles, I’ll be standing tall—while you’re on your back again, staring up, wondering how you got wrecked twice by the same woman.

Oh, and one last thing? You’re not the only one with who can kick a heavy bag.

Dove


Posted by: awesome aries
« on: May 16, 2025, 10:24:41 am »

Ohhh Dove

Once again you underestimate me.  I have been on my feet since the day after you tried to injure me.  and yes you did try to injure me.  But I never back down from a challenge and if this is what you want, then you got it.  One of us may not make it to the next UCC event.  But we are both top level athletes and we can come back from most injuries.  What you need to prepare for is complete humiliation.  Our feud has escalated to this point.  Lets see if you can survive.  I have special plans for you. 

Laura Marano




Posted by: BadassBarbies
« on: May 12, 2025, 07:26:42 pm »


Hey Marano,

So the whispers are true—you’re finally back on your feet after I turned your legs into jelly and left you crawling like a broken toy. I’ll give you credit: I didn’t think you had the guts to show your face again, let alone even think about stepping in the cagea with me. But here you are, pretending like you didn’t get humiliated and chopped down in front of everyone.

And yeah, I heard the crying—“cheap shots!”, “illegal!”, “unfair!”—but let’s get something straight: everything I did to you was by the book. Just because you couldn’t handle it doesn’t make it dirty. It makes you weak. And it’s not my fault you didn’t have an answer for it.

Word is the MGM Grand wants to run it back. Just you and me. No excuses. I’m all in. But let’s be honest: you should really think twice. Another beating like the one I gave you might not just end your career—it might crush what little pride you’ve got left.

So unless you're planning on limping out of Vegas again, maybe it's smarter to stay quiet, stay sidelined, and spare yourself the encore.

But if you’re really dumb enough to come back for more and your legs are all healed up… I’ll be waiting. And I’ll finish the job this time.

Dove