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« on: April 23, 2025, 03:31:56 am »Match 4 Build-Up:
Maddie Ziegler 34C vs. Caylee Cowan 34DD
Maddie Ziegler (The Wannabees) vs. Caylee Cowan (Wicked Queens) Early Las Vegas Odds:
Ziegler has been spotted sparring with fellow Wannabee Elle Fanning, focusing on evasive counters and core-based breast smothers. Her quick pivots and deep-breath body slams make her deceptively dangerous against larger foes.
Training Focus: “Chest-to-chest balance drills,” breath control, snap-slams from a locked position
Signature Move: “Step-In Seal”—a sudden smother from a spinning pivot
Quote from Training Camp:
“I’ve danced circles around tougher girls than her. Those fake milk bags aren’t gonna stop me.”
(Captioned under a video of a confident Maddie in a black tube top)
Caylee Cowan – “The Juggernaut”
She’s been grinding with the likes of Charlotte McKinney, Penny Lane, and Billie Eilish, perfecting “Double-D Pressure Drops”—downward force maneuvers that overwhelm smaller opponents with sheer volume and density.
Training Focus: “Long-hold humiliation locks,” 3-minute smother marathons, chest-centric takedowns
Signature Move: “The Cowan Collapse”—using her weight and chest mass to flatten and pin the opponent beneath her
Quote from Training Camp:
“Maddie’s chest is what happens when puberty ghosts you. I’m not fighting a woman—I’m fighting a scared little girl with mosquito bites. I hope her insurance is up to date as she be needing implants once I flatten her for good.”
(Captioned under a video of a smirking Caylee pushing her breasts together clearly trying to intimidate Maddie)
The Trash Talk Gets Personal
Things got ugly fast between these two.
It started on Threads, where Caylee posted a photo of her in a tight, dripping-wet tank top, pressing her 34DDs against the mirror with the caption:
“Let’s be honest. Maddie’s chest isn’t a threat—it’s a typo. You bring C-cups to a DD fight, you get your t!ts run over. Do the math DD's rule unless your home schooling failed you.”</blockquote> Ziegler fired back the next day with a video of her shadowboxing in just a tight black sports bra, sweat glistening down her toned stomach. The caption?
“Not sure what floppy granny boobs feel like. Guess I’ll find out when I slap yours across your chest.”
Caylee didn’t let that go.
She went live on IG, leaned into the camera, and grabbed her own breasts, jiggling them with a sneer:
“These aren’t floppy, sweetheart. They’re heavy artillery. And when I drop them on your little pancake t!ts, don’t cry. Or maybe do—it’s cute when little girls cry.”
Maddie’s response?
A silent TikTok, where she stares down the camera, then claps both hands across her own chest with a thunderclap of force… followed by slow-motion footage of her slamming into a padded wall, chest-first, with her signature spin-in motion.
Overlay text: “See you under me.”
Backstage Buzz:
Ellie Goulding (Amped Stable Leader)
“We’re not worried. Maddie Ziegler is adorable—but this isn’t So You Think You Can Dance. Caylee’s gonna bounce her out of the ring.”
Katharine McPhee (Lost Wildcats)
“Maddie’s been training harder than anyone. She’s small but lethal. And trust me—if she locks in that spin-seal, those big boobs of Caylee’s won’t mean a damn thing.”
Jennifer Connelly (Hellfire Girls Club)
"Maddie better pray her pride holds, 'cause without that top, she’s got nothing left to hide behind. Once Caylee presses in, it’s not just her chest that’s gonna collapse—it’s her whole damn confidence."
Sydney Sweeney (Badass Barbies)
“Caylee’s going to pancake those perky little dancer boobs. Maddie might be flexible, but that’s not going to save her once Caylee lays down the hammer.”
Florence Pugh (Hellfire Girls Club)
"Maddie’s fast, sure—but this isn’t choreography. This is combat. And Caylee? She doesn’t dance—she dominates."
Alexandra Paul (Raccoon)
“I'm not a fan of over-inflated breasts. Smaller breasts definitely have an advantage as they are firmer and much harder to hit. Maddie is smaller so she will win.”
Kate Upton (Death by Bikini)
"If this goes to the final round then it’s game over for Maddie. In the end Caylee’s going to smother her out and mount that chest like a throne."
Zoey Deutsch (Disney Princesses)
“People underestimate Maddie just because she’s younger. Let Caylee try and crush her—she’s gonna find out those smaller firmer boobs aren’t just for show.”
Jessica Alba (Haydens Power Girls)
“This fight’s got heat. No gloves, no tops, just pride and pain. Someone’s walking out of that pit stripped of more than her dignity.”
Vegas Adjusts the Odds:
The initial lines had Caylee a solid favorite, but after her brash comments and overwhelming training footage, the line shifted. Still, Maddie’s elusive nature and sharp technique keep the underdog bets flowing.
This isn’t a clash of equals—it’s a battle of precision vs power. Maddie has technique, quickness, and precision in spades. Caylee has overwhelming size, strength, and a cruel streak that could make this ugly fast.
But don’t sleep on Ziegler. This is personal. And sometimes, a smaller chest with something to prove can suffocate even the biggest pride.
Two women. One ring. One pair of C-cups vs one pair of dominant Double-Ds.
Round 1:
The bell rang.
The crowd hushed as Maddie Ziegler and Caylee Cowen stepped into the circular spotlight—bare-chested under the strict bust-off rules, nipples primed from pre-fight icing, stiffened and weaponized for pain.
This was no ordinary fight. This was nipple combat.
Their eyes locked as they approached slowly, breasts heaving with adrenaline, nipples jutting forward like drawn blades. Caylee’s were larger, wider, thicker—the tools of her proud DD heritage. Maddie’s were sleeker, tighter, but dangerously pointed and perched atop firm, dancer-toned C-cups. Her nipples were sharp and deadly.
Caylee grinned first.
“You ready, little girl?” she sneered, flexing her chest with a shake. “You’re about to find out what real womanhood feels like… one DD jab at a time.”</blockquote> </blockquote> Maddie’s lips curled, unflinching. “You talk a lot for someone whose nipples look like they’ve nursed twins. Let’s see how they hold up under pressure.”
The crowd roared—half chanting "MADDIE! MADDIE!" and the rest echoing "CAY-LEE! CAY-LEE!"
And then… they struck.
Their torsos collided with surgical precision—nipples spearing, stabbing, poking, and raking across one another like tiny, burning daggers.
Caylee attacked first, jabbing her DD nipples into Maddie’s with piston-like rhythm. Maddie gasped, stepping back a fraction. The impact was sharp—heavy tips punching her stiffer but smaller points. The early pain glimmered in her eyes.
But Maddie held her ground and launched forward with a twisting rake—dragging her rock-hard nipples sideways across Caylee’s areolas. The DD brunette flinched hard, a hiss escaping her lips.
“Oh my, you call those t!ts?” Maddie growled. “I just carved them like butter.”</blockquote> </blockquote> They locked again, this time chest to chest, both arching their backs, pressing nipple directly to nipple with trembling force. It was pure grinding—an erotic war of angles and will.
Sweat formed early. Gritting teeth. Trembling arms. Maddie’s lean torso trembled under Caylee’s mass, but she shifted her hips to gain leverage. A smart move.
Suddenly—CRACK!
A savage thrust from Caylee’s left nipple caught Maddie square in the chest, sending her reeling. She gasped sharply, then coughed, the air knocked from her lungs. Her own nipple bent at an unnatural angle, and she winced—part pain, part humiliation. Her lips trembled, not just from the sting, but from the shame that followed.
Caylee saw the crack. Maddie felt it. The crowd knew it.
She was in trouble.
A few fans rose to their feet, already calling for the ref.
“Don’t you DARE,” Maddie growled, blinking away the tears. “I’m not DONE!”
She charged back in.
But Caylee was ready.
“Kiss those baby bites goodbye, Maddie.”
A vicious left-right nipple combo snapped into Maddie’s chest, folding her in half. She let out a choked grunt as Caylee crashed into her, driving her full weight down and smothering Maddie’s sore, throbbing nipples beneath her heavier, commanding chest.
“One… two… three—”
Maddie shrieked and bucked hard, just managing to break free before the count.
But her eyes shimmered now—pain radiated through her chest like fire, and for the first time, doubt crept in. What the hell was she thinking, going toe-to-toe with a legend like Caylee and her DD's?
Caylee let out a low, wicked cackle.
“There it is,” she purred. “That look they all get—when they realize these—” she gave her sweaty, glistening DD’s a taunting shake “—aren’t just decoration.”
Caylee surged forward, going for the kill. She lowered her chest deliberately, aligning her hard, nipples directly over Maddie’s—and then pressed down, her massive breasts spreading and smothering as they swallowed Maddie whole. Wide-eyed and gasping, Maddie disappeared beneath the avalanche of flesh.
"Count! Start the damn count!" Caylee barked, her voice laced with fury and urgency.
But the ref hesitated, moving in for a closer look—only to be completely obstructed by Caylee’s overwhelming chest. From the outside, Maddie was nowhere to be seen, engulfed entirely.
"She’s pinned, goddamn it!" Caylee snapped. "Start counting!"
Still, the ref couldn’t make the call—her view lost beneath the heaving, suffocating swell of Caylee’s **** assault.
The referee glanced down, her lips curling in frustration. "Do you submit?" she asked, breathless but firm.
"F$ck no!" Maddie’s voice rasped out from somewhere deep beneath the crush.
Caylee growled and finally leaned back just a bit—and the proof was right there. Maddie’s nipples were still flattened, bent downward like soft clay under a steamroller.
"She’s crushed, ref!" Caylee yelled, pointing. "Do your **** job next time!"
Maddie’s flattened nipples slowly began to stiffen again, poking back out as she drew in shaky gulps of air. Her chest rose and fell, and though she was bruised and battered, she was still in it—still alive, still defiant.
Caylee watched with a sneer of pure contempt.
"You lucky little loser," she spat, strutting forward with that same cold swagger. "I had you once... and this time, I'm gonna make damn sure they stay flattened."
Maddie didn’t flinch. She lowered her head, her breathing labored but steady—eyes locked on Caylee’s. There was no fear now. Just fury.
And then Caylee lunged, snapping like a storm breaking loose.
Maddie exploded forward with a rapid flurry of nipple rakes—scraping across Caylee’s pal white breasts with side-to-side rolls, her chest undulating with dancer-like fluidity. Caylee shrieked—caught off-guard by the shift.
“What the hell?!
Another stab—this time Maddie’s left nipple drove straight into the base of Caylee’s right. A near-inversion.
Caylee buckled, grabbing Maddie’s arms instinctively—but the ref shouted:
“ARMS DOWN! NIPPLE CONTACT ONLY! FIRST WARNING! COWENS!”
The crowd stood now—gasps turning to cheers as Maddie pressed forward with a vengeance.
Caylee’s bigger breasts were showing wear—her nipples swelling and pinkening, the surface of her areolas reddened from the friction. Maddie used her nimble frame to slide underneath and slam upward with both hardened nipples into Caylee’s from below.
“What’s wrong?” Maddie hissed into her face. “Did the milk jugs spring a leak?”</blockquote> </blockquote> Caylee cried out, stumbling backward as Maddie closed in like a huntress.
Now she was the predator.
Her sharp, punishing nipples scraped across Caylee’s proud DD's, leaving angry red trails in their wake. Caylee yelped, reeling with each cruel drag.
Stunned and vulnerable, Caylee offered little resistance as Maddie unleashed a storm of rakes and jabs, targeting her legendary chest with merciless precision. The control had flipped—Maddie was dominating, punishing, humiliating.
Doubt crept into Caylee’s mind for the first time. This wasn’t just a comeback. This was a dismantling. Two minutes ago, she was seconds from victory after a five-count pin was hidden beneath her breasts. Now, she was a battered shell, barely fighting back, as Maddie toyed with her like prey on the edge of collapse.
And then—the scream.
“AAAAHHH F$CKKKKKK—!”
Caylee bent forward, her left nipple finally inverting from pressure. The entire front row saw it—a brutal collapse, the tip sucked inward from Maddie’s last pinpoint jab.
“NO!” Caylee shouted in panic, eyes wide. “NO! REF!”</blockquote> </blockquote> Maddie surged forward like a woman possessed, chest heaving, eyes locked on her target. Caylee’s body was already faltering—her famous DDs raw, red, and trembling. Maddie wasn’t going to let her escape this time.
With a feral growl, Maddie slammed chest-to-chest with her, again—driving Caylee against the ropes. A sickening gasp escaped Caylee’s lips as her ruined nipple was caught beneath Maddie’s smaller but deadlier dagger, pinned and ground inward with surgical, sadistic precision.
“One!”
The crowd erupted as Maddie bore down, arching her back to dig in even deeper. Caylee thrashed weakly beneath her, eyes wide with disbelief and agony.
“Two!”
Maddie sneered down at her. “Not so legendary now, are they?” she hissed, twisting slightly to torque the trapped nipple harder.
“Three!”
Caylee’s clenched her fists her own nails digging into her hands/ nails scraped at Maddie’s sides, but her strength was fading fast. Her whimpers were drowned out by the rising roar of the crowd.
“Four!”
A tear slipped from Caylee’s eye. Her proud chest—once the stuff of fear and legend—was being inverted, subjugated, erased beneath Maddie’s dominance.
“Five!”
“INVERSION!” the ref screamed, signaling the pin.
The bell rang.
The arena exploded—half in shock, half in awe. Maddie stayed there for a beat longer, pressing down with authority, ensuring Caylee felt every ounce of her humiliation.
Then, slowly, Maddie stood, her body glistening, chest heaving with pride. She looked down at the broken woman beneath her and smirked.
“Guess those weren’t built to last.”
Caylee dropped to her knees, sobbing, one nipple fully inverted, the other puffy and purpled. Maddie dropped to her knees beside her, exhausted, heaving, but victorious.
Winner of Round 1: Maddie Ziegler by Nipple INVERSION.
The arena ERUPTED.
Half the fans were on their feet in shock. The rest in wild celebration. Maddie had come back from the brink—her eyes still damp from earlier pain—and claimed the round with surgical brutality.
She stood, fists trembling, nipples swollen but proud.
Caylee remained down, cradling her chest, her mouth open in silent disbelief as she tried to pop her nipple back out of her chest. Finally Caylee's left nipple popped back out as Caylee let out a long drawn out gasp
“One nipple down,” Maddie whispered, staring down at her, voice shaking with emotion. “One round to go. Ready to cry in both?”
Round 2: Full Breast Striking
Updated Vegas Odds:
Maddie Ziegler: -270 (Rising Favorite)
Caylee Cowen: +240 (Must-win next match if she returns)
The bell for Round 2 echoes through the arena, and the crowd roars back to life after the brutal end of Round 1. Maddie Ziegler stands tall in her corner, chest glistening, lips curled in a smug smirk as she watches Caylee Cowen massage her still-throbbing half-inverted nipple. Caylee’s brow is furrowed in pain and rage—her dominant upper assets no longer untouchable, no longer feared.
Maddie, still breathless but composed, chuckles low and cruel. "Glad to see your nipple finally popped out. I was starting to think it ran away from a fight."
Caylee bites her lip hard enough to almost draw blood. Her fists clench, not from fear, but from fury. Her eyes burn.
"I’m going to pound your little mosquito bites flat," Caylee growls, rolling her shoulders, letting her massive 34DDs bounce free in preparation. This is a breast brawl and your little bittiee titties aree way out of their league.
The ref signals the start of Round 2.
They charge. Maddie darts in low, using her agility to slam her 34Cs into Caylee’s heavier chest. There’s a loud SMACK of flesh on flesh. Caylee’s breasts quiver, but she absorbs the hit.
"That all you’ve got, dancer girl?" Caylee mocks.
She swings her upper body with a violent arc. Her right breast catches Maddie squarely on the side, spinning the brunette a half step.
"Oof!" Maddie gasps but plants her feet. She counters with a wicked breast jab, her shoulder driving her left C-cup into Caylee’s exposed underside.
"Gghhh!" Caylee grunts as her left breast bounces upward violently.
The crowd erupts.
Crowd: "ZIEGLER! ZIEGLER!"
Maddie presses her advantage, throwing a barrage of side-to-side breast swings. Her technique is crisp—snapping back and forth like a metronome with vicious intent. Caylee stumbles back, her larger chest getting battered and lifted, the flesh rippling wildly never coming to a rest.
Maddie taunts through gritted teeth: "Feels like your boobs are begging for mercy. Want me to slow down, granny?"
But Caylee’s silence is ominous.
Suddenly, Caylee plants her foot and lunges forward. Her full breasts CRASH into Maddie’s with an echoing THWUMP that silences the crowd for a beat.
Maddie’s breath blasts out of her lungs. Her eyes go wide. She's stunned and steps away.
Caylee rears back and smashes her chest down into Maddie’s three times in rapid succession. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Maddie’s knees wobble.
Caylee growls: "You woke the beast, sweetheart."
Breast to breast, they slam again and again, a blur of sweat, bounce, and pain. Caylee’s DD's act like hammers, crashing down in a series of brutal hammer drops. Maddie’s chest reddens visibly.
But Maddie won’t go down. And her strong toned dancer legs keeps her upright.
With a defiant roar, she ducks under Caylee’s right breast drop, pivots, and uppercuts her own breasts directly into the underside of Caylee’s.
Caylee gasps.
Maddie doesn’t stop. She grinds her chest upward again, then leaps into a jumping breast smash, catching Caylee straight on.
Caylee coughs then staggers—backpedaling her breath ragged.
The arena is going insane.
Maddie charges—eyes burning, teeth bared—and unleashes her full fury. Side-to-side swings, quick jabs, upward drops. Her breasts are moving like weapons.
Caylee tries to counter but her chest is bruised and slow to recover. The weight that once gave her power now becomes her weakness.
Caylee cries out: "Uggghhh! Oh no!"
She tries to pushes forward and tries to trap Maddie to the ropes—desperate to slow her down—but Maddie spins and lifts her breasts in an open arc. The power is frightening and her right breast hammers Caylee's left breast but her right breast sails straight into Caylee’s face.
Caylee reels.
Natalie cries foul. “Watch her ref. That was an illegal bow to the face for f#cks sake!
“NO FOUL! INCIDENTAL CONTACT! FIGHT ON!”
Maddie backs up. Leans left then right then left timing her move.
Runs.
Launches.
With full force, both her breasts hammer into Caylee’s battered DD's.
There’s a sickening, wet thump.
Caylee’s body jerks, her eyes go glassy—and she crashes through the ropes and lands on the cold hard concrete.
"DOWN! COWNIS DOWN! IT’S OVER! THE FIGHT IS OVER!"
The crowd erupts in a wave of screams, cheers, and stunned silence at the brutal knockout.
Maddie leans over the ropes and looks down at Caylee's fallen body, chest heaving, sweat pouring. She raises her arms, her 34Cs swelling with each breath.
Maddie: "DDs? More like DOA's."
She heads back to her corner and the celebration begins. The camera zooms in on Caylee’s motionless face, nipples raw and inverted again, eyes now starting to blink back tears.
Official Result:
Winner: Maddie Ziegler by Knockdown at 4:48 of Round 2
Damage Report:
Maddie: Bruised but confident; C-cups held up surprisingly well.
Caylee: DDs flattened, left nipple inverted again; may need recovery time.
Post-Fight Statement (Maddie):
"She thought bigger meant better. But I brought precision, heart—and pain."
Post-Fight Statement (Caylee, via stretcher):
"This isn’t over. My girls will rise again."
Post-Fight Humiliation:
Caylee Cowan was a wreck.
Drenched in sweat, hair matted to her flushed face, body quivering from exhaustion and pain, she had stumbled away from the ring like a coward, ignoring the crowd’s roars. She didn’t care about tradition. She didn’t care that she lost. She wasn’t going to submit to Maddie Ziegler post fight rituals like some sniveling weakling. She had won the first round, she knew it, Maddie knew it. Hell, every one in the f#cking Arena except the ref saw it.
But the Wannabees cared. Oh, they cared.
Jayden Bartels was the first to intercept her as she headed to her locker room, arms crossed, jaw clenched. "Where do you think you're going, loser?"
"Back to the locker room. This is over," Caylee gasped, still clutching her collapsed left breast.
"No, it’s not," Francesca Capaldi hissed behind her, and with a nod from Jayden, the girls surged forward. Before Caylee could take another step, Maddie came flying from behind the ropes like a panther, grabbing a fistful of Caylee’s hair and yanking her backward onto the floor. The crowd howled with approval as Maddie straddled her.
You don’t get to run, b!tch,” Maddie growled, sweat glistening down her toned arms. “You lost. And now… I own you.”
Caylee was dragged by the roots of her hair, bare feet scraping the floor, her weak protests falling on deaf ears as the girls hoisted her back into the ring. The bell rang again—not for a fight, but for what came after.
Maddie stood over her like a goddess of vengeance, panting, eyes wild.
“Five minutes,” Jayden smirked from the apron, tossing a stopwatch into the ring. “Make it unforgettable.”
The bell rang again.
Maddie grabbed Caylee by the hair this time and hauled the humiliated blonde up onto her knees and delivered a stinging slap across her flushed cheek, sending Caylee’s head snapping sideways. A second slap landed on the other side with a crack, followed by a brutal one-two to her exposed breasts—SMACK. SMACK. Caylee gasped and squealed, the blows landing square on swollen, tender flesh.
“You’re not going to speak?” Maddie taunted, twisting a fist into Caylee’s damp hair and yanking her head back. “Then I’ll make you squeal.”
With a vicious tug, she spun Caylee around and dragged her over her knee, bending her prone and helpless. The crowd buzzed, their excitement turning to primal cheers.
Then came the spanking.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Maddie’s palm landed hard on Caylee’s already bruised backside. Each strike echoed, louder than the last.
One.
Two.
Three.
Ten.
Fifteen.
By the time Maddie shoved her off her lap, Caylee’s ass was bright pink, her body trembling, and her breathing ragged. Tears shimmered in the corners of her eyes.
Grabbing a fistful of blonde hair, Maddie began dragging her around the ring like a ragdoll. Then she switched grips—hooking her fingers under the waistband of Caylee’s remaining thong and yanking it into a vicious wedgie. The thin fabric disappeared between Caylee’s cheeks, drawing yelps and stumbles.
“Say it,” Maddie hissed. “Tell them who has the better rack.”
Caylee shook her head, defiant even in her naked shame. She had been in numerous breast battles but never defeated like this. Never to a newbie like Maddie.
SLAP—a backhand to the cheek.
SLAP—a cruel palm strike to her bare breast.
“Say it!”
“MMMMPH!”
“Let’s lose this too,” Maddie sneered, fingers hooking into Caylee’s waistband. With a savage tug, she yanked Caylee’s drenched panties down to her knees, exposing pale skin and shaking thighs to the hungry crowd. The reaction was instant—cheers, whistles, howls of approval.
Maddie peeled the garment completely off, spun it in the air around her finger, then stretched it with both hands and wrapped it around her throat.
Natalie screamed that Maddie had crossed a dangerous line but the victorious Wannabee didn't seem to care. She pulled back with both hands the thin fabric constricting around Caylee's throat in a suffocating choke.
“Now doesn't that feel better,” she growled, forcing Caylee’s head back at an awkward angle then slamming her face first into thee canvas. “Where is all that confidence now?”
Caylee’s muffled sob drew cruel laughter from the audience.
Maddie rolled the busty blonde on her back, wrapped both hands around Caylee’s breasts, and squeezed, her fingers digging deep into the bruised, tender flesh.
“Who. Has. The. Better. Rack?”
Finally, broken and gasping through the soaked fabric in her mouth, Caylee whimpered, “You do.”
“What was that?” Maddie snarled.
“You… you have the better rack!”
“And you?”
“I’m… a humiliated… loser,” Caylee choked.
Now tell everyone who has the better stable.
“You do. The Wannabee's rule over The Wicked Queens. You're the future and we are . . . we are losers!”
Maddie smirked. Time for the final seal.
She shoved Caylee flat on her back and straddled her chest, then reached behind to strip off her own sweat-drenched fight bottoms, balling them up in her fists. Her flushed, battle-bruised body was now completely bare as she loomed on top of her rival.
Slowly, she lowered herself until her breasts hovered just above Caylee’s face—teasing, taunting, letting her see exactly what was coming.
“No one forgets this part,” Maddie purred.
Then she slammed her chest down onto Caylee’s face with brutal confidence.
Caylee bucked beneath her, drowning in heat, sweat, and utter shame. Maddie locked her in, hands cradling Caylee’s temples as she rubbed her breasts across the girl’s face, slow and suffocating. Stiff nipples raking across and distorting Caylee's features.
“You breathe me, ****,” Maddie whispered, her voice silk and venom. “This is what defeat smells like.”
Caylee’s limbs flailed in desperation—but soon began to falter.
Just as her body started to go limp, Maddie sat up.
“Not yet,” she smirked. “Still a minute left.”
Spinning around, Maddie dropped down again—this time locking her thighs around Caylee’s head in a tight headscissors. Her toned dancer legs flexed as she pulled Caylee’s face deep into her crotch, fingers tangled in her slick wet hair.
“This is what you get for running,” she hissed, voice low and cruel. “You should’ve taken your loss like a woman. But now… now you get the real punishment.”
At ringside, Jayden and Francesca were howling with laughter.
“Deeper!” one shouted. “Smother her!”
Caylee’s kicks were feeble now—her fight fading fast, her nose buried deep in Maddie;s moist folds. Maddie released the hold just long enough to yank Caylee’s head up by the hair and slap her gently across the cheek.
“Oh no, sweetheart. We’re not done. I want you awake for this part.”
She opened her fist and shoved her damp bikini bottoms into Caylee's mouth. The busty blonde gagged but Maddie rammed it in until her panties were shoved half way down her throat. Caylee started gagging but a backhand across the cheeks nearly knocked Caylee out.
“FIVE MINUTES! TIMES UP!!”
Jayden waved off the timekeeper. “She tried to run—Maddie gets bonus time!”
The crowd erupted, a tidal wave of cheers and gasps echoing through the arena.
Maddie stood tall over her fallen rival, a triumphant smirk curling on her lips. She grabbed a fistful of Caylee’s damp hair and yanked her upright as she choked out the panties. She dragged the broken fighter to her knees. Caylee’s face hovered just inches from Maddie’s glistening, victorious chest—still flushed from battle, still radiating heat.
“Kiss them,” Maddie said softly, but firmly—like a command wrapped in velvet.
Caylee whimpered, breath hitching.
SMACK!
A sharp breast slap **** across her cheek, leaving her head snapping to the side and a fresh welt blooming.
“I said… kiss them.” Maddie’s tone darkened, low and lethal.
Caylee trembled. Her pride was shattered. Her lips quivered as she leaned in.
Softly. Shamefully.
She pressed a kiss to Maddie’s left nipple. Then the right. Her lips engulfing the warm soft flesh while her to tongue traced a circle around Maddie's nipple.
Her lips lingered a moment too long, tasting the salty essence of sweat and victory.
Maddie smiled down at her, victorious and merciful—just enough.
“Good girl,” she purred, tilting Caylee’s chin up. “See? They’re not that bad.”
Maddie shoved her back down, standing tall over the defeated blonde.
Then, slow and deliberate, she circled. With a smirk, Maddie used her foot to roll Caylee onto her back. She planted her left foot on Caylee’s soft breast, pressing down, her toes sinking into the pliant flesh.
“Kiss them.”
“No… please… don’t. Maddie, you won. Let me go…”
“I said—lick them.”
Maddie shoved her toes into Caylee’s mouth. Her tongue obeyed—humiliated, broken, licking and kissing.
The ref finally stepped in. “That’s enough, Ziegler. You had your fun. She’s finished.”
Maddie ignored him, pushing her foot down harder, making Caylee gag—then raised her arms, flexing in victory, standing like a goddess over her conquered rival.
With a slow, dominant rise, Maddie stood over Caylee’s limp, body and planted one foot firmly back on her chest. She raised both of Caylee’s stolen garments high in the air—trophies taken in front of hundreds.
“These,” Maddie declared, “belong to me now.”
The crowd howled as Jayden entered the ring and wrapped a black silk robe around her shoulders, the golden Wannabees emblem gleaming on the back.
Caylee? She was rolled out on a stretcher—na$ed, defeated, and completely broken.
Maddie strutted out of the ring, head high, smirk wide, trophies in hand.
Official Score. The Badass Barbies – The Wicked Queens 2 – The Wannabees 2
Written by the Badass Barbies
Maddie Ziegler 34C vs. Caylee Cowan 34DD
Maddie Ziegler (The Wannabees) vs. Caylee Cowan (Wicked Queens) Early Las Vegas Odds:
- Caylee Cowan: -200 Favorite
- Maddie Ziegler: +165 Underdog
- Age: 22
- Stable: Lost Wildcats
- Bust Size: 34C
- Strengths: Explosive movement, precise strikes, unshakeable focus
- Weaknesses: Inexperienced in direct chest-to-chest brawls
Ziegler has been spotted sparring with fellow Wannabee Elle Fanning, focusing on evasive counters and core-based breast smothers. Her quick pivots and deep-breath body slams make her deceptively dangerous against larger foes.
Training Focus: “Chest-to-chest balance drills,” breath control, snap-slams from a locked position
Signature Move: “Step-In Seal”—a sudden smother from a spinning pivot
Quote from Training Camp:
“I’ve danced circles around tougher girls than her. Those fake milk bags aren’t gonna stop me.”
(Captioned under a video of a confident Maddie in a black tube top)
Caylee Cowan – “The Juggernaut”
- Age: 26
- Stable: Wicked Queens
- Bust Size: 34DD
- Strengths: Raw power, smother endurance, trash talk mind games
- Weaknesses: Slower footwork, sometimes underestimates quicker opponents
She’s been grinding with the likes of Charlotte McKinney, Penny Lane, and Billie Eilish, perfecting “Double-D Pressure Drops”—downward force maneuvers that overwhelm smaller opponents with sheer volume and density.
Training Focus: “Long-hold humiliation locks,” 3-minute smother marathons, chest-centric takedowns
Signature Move: “The Cowan Collapse”—using her weight and chest mass to flatten and pin the opponent beneath her
Quote from Training Camp:
“Maddie’s chest is what happens when puberty ghosts you. I’m not fighting a woman—I’m fighting a scared little girl with mosquito bites. I hope her insurance is up to date as she be needing implants once I flatten her for good.”
(Captioned under a video of a smirking Caylee pushing her breasts together clearly trying to intimidate Maddie)
The Trash Talk Gets Personal
Things got ugly fast between these two.
It started on Threads, where Caylee posted a photo of her in a tight, dripping-wet tank top, pressing her 34DDs against the mirror with the caption:
“Let’s be honest. Maddie’s chest isn’t a threat—it’s a typo. You bring C-cups to a DD fight, you get your t!ts run over. Do the math DD's rule unless your home schooling failed you.”</blockquote> Ziegler fired back the next day with a video of her shadowboxing in just a tight black sports bra, sweat glistening down her toned stomach. The caption?
“Not sure what floppy granny boobs feel like. Guess I’ll find out when I slap yours across your chest.”
Caylee didn’t let that go.
She went live on IG, leaned into the camera, and grabbed her own breasts, jiggling them with a sneer:
“These aren’t floppy, sweetheart. They’re heavy artillery. And when I drop them on your little pancake t!ts, don’t cry. Or maybe do—it’s cute when little girls cry.”
Maddie’s response?
A silent TikTok, where she stares down the camera, then claps both hands across her own chest with a thunderclap of force… followed by slow-motion footage of her slamming into a padded wall, chest-first, with her signature spin-in motion.
Overlay text: “See you under me.”
Backstage Buzz:
Ellie Goulding (Amped Stable Leader)
“We’re not worried. Maddie Ziegler is adorable—but this isn’t So You Think You Can Dance. Caylee’s gonna bounce her out of the ring.”
Katharine McPhee (Lost Wildcats)
“Maddie’s been training harder than anyone. She’s small but lethal. And trust me—if she locks in that spin-seal, those big boobs of Caylee’s won’t mean a damn thing.”
Jennifer Connelly (Hellfire Girls Club)
"Maddie better pray her pride holds, 'cause without that top, she’s got nothing left to hide behind. Once Caylee presses in, it’s not just her chest that’s gonna collapse—it’s her whole damn confidence."
Sydney Sweeney (Badass Barbies)
“Caylee’s going to pancake those perky little dancer boobs. Maddie might be flexible, but that’s not going to save her once Caylee lays down the hammer.”
Florence Pugh (Hellfire Girls Club)
"Maddie’s fast, sure—but this isn’t choreography. This is combat. And Caylee? She doesn’t dance—she dominates."
Alexandra Paul (Raccoon)
“I'm not a fan of over-inflated breasts. Smaller breasts definitely have an advantage as they are firmer and much harder to hit. Maddie is smaller so she will win.”
Kate Upton (Death by Bikini)
"If this goes to the final round then it’s game over for Maddie. In the end Caylee’s going to smother her out and mount that chest like a throne."
Zoey Deutsch (Disney Princesses)
“People underestimate Maddie just because she’s younger. Let Caylee try and crush her—she’s gonna find out those smaller firmer boobs aren’t just for show.”
Jessica Alba (Haydens Power Girls)
“This fight’s got heat. No gloves, no tops, just pride and pain. Someone’s walking out of that pit stripped of more than her dignity.”
Vegas Adjusts the Odds:
The initial lines had Caylee a solid favorite, but after her brash comments and overwhelming training footage, the line shifted. Still, Maddie’s elusive nature and sharp technique keep the underdog bets flowing.
- Caylee Cowan: -200
- Maddie Ziegler: +165
- First wardrobe malfunction: Caylee (-110)
- First pin attempt: Maddie (-140)
- First successful reversal: Maddie (-120)
- Knockout by breast smother: Yes (-105)
- Post-match pose over opponent: Caylee (-135)
This isn’t a clash of equals—it’s a battle of precision vs power. Maddie has technique, quickness, and precision in spades. Caylee has overwhelming size, strength, and a cruel streak that could make this ugly fast.
But don’t sleep on Ziegler. This is personal. And sometimes, a smaller chest with something to prove can suffocate even the biggest pride.
Two women. One ring. One pair of C-cups vs one pair of dominant Double-Ds.
Round 1:
The bell rang.
The crowd hushed as Maddie Ziegler and Caylee Cowen stepped into the circular spotlight—bare-chested under the strict bust-off rules, nipples primed from pre-fight icing, stiffened and weaponized for pain.
This was no ordinary fight. This was nipple combat.
Their eyes locked as they approached slowly, breasts heaving with adrenaline, nipples jutting forward like drawn blades. Caylee’s were larger, wider, thicker—the tools of her proud DD heritage. Maddie’s were sleeker, tighter, but dangerously pointed and perched atop firm, dancer-toned C-cups. Her nipples were sharp and deadly.
Caylee grinned first.
“You ready, little girl?” she sneered, flexing her chest with a shake. “You’re about to find out what real womanhood feels like… one DD jab at a time.”</blockquote> </blockquote> Maddie’s lips curled, unflinching. “You talk a lot for someone whose nipples look like they’ve nursed twins. Let’s see how they hold up under pressure.”
The crowd roared—half chanting "MADDIE! MADDIE!" and the rest echoing "CAY-LEE! CAY-LEE!"
And then… they struck.
Their torsos collided with surgical precision—nipples spearing, stabbing, poking, and raking across one another like tiny, burning daggers.
Caylee attacked first, jabbing her DD nipples into Maddie’s with piston-like rhythm. Maddie gasped, stepping back a fraction. The impact was sharp—heavy tips punching her stiffer but smaller points. The early pain glimmered in her eyes.
But Maddie held her ground and launched forward with a twisting rake—dragging her rock-hard nipples sideways across Caylee’s areolas. The DD brunette flinched hard, a hiss escaping her lips.
“Oh my, you call those t!ts?” Maddie growled. “I just carved them like butter.”</blockquote> </blockquote> They locked again, this time chest to chest, both arching their backs, pressing nipple directly to nipple with trembling force. It was pure grinding—an erotic war of angles and will.
Sweat formed early. Gritting teeth. Trembling arms. Maddie’s lean torso trembled under Caylee’s mass, but she shifted her hips to gain leverage. A smart move.
Suddenly—CRACK!
A savage thrust from Caylee’s left nipple caught Maddie square in the chest, sending her reeling. She gasped sharply, then coughed, the air knocked from her lungs. Her own nipple bent at an unnatural angle, and she winced—part pain, part humiliation. Her lips trembled, not just from the sting, but from the shame that followed.
Caylee saw the crack. Maddie felt it. The crowd knew it.
She was in trouble.
A few fans rose to their feet, already calling for the ref.
“Don’t you DARE,” Maddie growled, blinking away the tears. “I’m not DONE!”
She charged back in.
But Caylee was ready.
“Kiss those baby bites goodbye, Maddie.”
A vicious left-right nipple combo snapped into Maddie’s chest, folding her in half. She let out a choked grunt as Caylee crashed into her, driving her full weight down and smothering Maddie’s sore, throbbing nipples beneath her heavier, commanding chest.
“One… two… three—”
Maddie shrieked and bucked hard, just managing to break free before the count.
But her eyes shimmered now—pain radiated through her chest like fire, and for the first time, doubt crept in. What the hell was she thinking, going toe-to-toe with a legend like Caylee and her DD's?
Caylee let out a low, wicked cackle.
“There it is,” she purred. “That look they all get—when they realize these—” she gave her sweaty, glistening DD’s a taunting shake “—aren’t just decoration.”
Caylee surged forward, going for the kill. She lowered her chest deliberately, aligning her hard, nipples directly over Maddie’s—and then pressed down, her massive breasts spreading and smothering as they swallowed Maddie whole. Wide-eyed and gasping, Maddie disappeared beneath the avalanche of flesh.
"Count! Start the damn count!" Caylee barked, her voice laced with fury and urgency.
But the ref hesitated, moving in for a closer look—only to be completely obstructed by Caylee’s overwhelming chest. From the outside, Maddie was nowhere to be seen, engulfed entirely.
"She’s pinned, goddamn it!" Caylee snapped. "Start counting!"
Still, the ref couldn’t make the call—her view lost beneath the heaving, suffocating swell of Caylee’s **** assault.
The referee glanced down, her lips curling in frustration. "Do you submit?" she asked, breathless but firm.
"F$ck no!" Maddie’s voice rasped out from somewhere deep beneath the crush.
Caylee growled and finally leaned back just a bit—and the proof was right there. Maddie’s nipples were still flattened, bent downward like soft clay under a steamroller.
"She’s crushed, ref!" Caylee yelled, pointing. "Do your **** job next time!"
Maddie’s flattened nipples slowly began to stiffen again, poking back out as she drew in shaky gulps of air. Her chest rose and fell, and though she was bruised and battered, she was still in it—still alive, still defiant.
Caylee watched with a sneer of pure contempt.
"You lucky little loser," she spat, strutting forward with that same cold swagger. "I had you once... and this time, I'm gonna make damn sure they stay flattened."
Maddie didn’t flinch. She lowered her head, her breathing labored but steady—eyes locked on Caylee’s. There was no fear now. Just fury.
And then Caylee lunged, snapping like a storm breaking loose.
Maddie exploded forward with a rapid flurry of nipple rakes—scraping across Caylee’s pal white breasts with side-to-side rolls, her chest undulating with dancer-like fluidity. Caylee shrieked—caught off-guard by the shift.
“What the hell?!
Another stab—this time Maddie’s left nipple drove straight into the base of Caylee’s right. A near-inversion.
Caylee buckled, grabbing Maddie’s arms instinctively—but the ref shouted:
“ARMS DOWN! NIPPLE CONTACT ONLY! FIRST WARNING! COWENS!”
The crowd stood now—gasps turning to cheers as Maddie pressed forward with a vengeance.
Caylee’s bigger breasts were showing wear—her nipples swelling and pinkening, the surface of her areolas reddened from the friction. Maddie used her nimble frame to slide underneath and slam upward with both hardened nipples into Caylee’s from below.
“What’s wrong?” Maddie hissed into her face. “Did the milk jugs spring a leak?”</blockquote> </blockquote> Caylee cried out, stumbling backward as Maddie closed in like a huntress.
Now she was the predator.
Her sharp, punishing nipples scraped across Caylee’s proud DD's, leaving angry red trails in their wake. Caylee yelped, reeling with each cruel drag.
Stunned and vulnerable, Caylee offered little resistance as Maddie unleashed a storm of rakes and jabs, targeting her legendary chest with merciless precision. The control had flipped—Maddie was dominating, punishing, humiliating.
Doubt crept into Caylee’s mind for the first time. This wasn’t just a comeback. This was a dismantling. Two minutes ago, she was seconds from victory after a five-count pin was hidden beneath her breasts. Now, she was a battered shell, barely fighting back, as Maddie toyed with her like prey on the edge of collapse.
And then—the scream.
“AAAAHHH F$CKKKKKK—!”
Caylee bent forward, her left nipple finally inverting from pressure. The entire front row saw it—a brutal collapse, the tip sucked inward from Maddie’s last pinpoint jab.
“NO!” Caylee shouted in panic, eyes wide. “NO! REF!”</blockquote> </blockquote> Maddie surged forward like a woman possessed, chest heaving, eyes locked on her target. Caylee’s body was already faltering—her famous DDs raw, red, and trembling. Maddie wasn’t going to let her escape this time.
With a feral growl, Maddie slammed chest-to-chest with her, again—driving Caylee against the ropes. A sickening gasp escaped Caylee’s lips as her ruined nipple was caught beneath Maddie’s smaller but deadlier dagger, pinned and ground inward with surgical, sadistic precision.
“One!”
The crowd erupted as Maddie bore down, arching her back to dig in even deeper. Caylee thrashed weakly beneath her, eyes wide with disbelief and agony.
“Two!”
Maddie sneered down at her. “Not so legendary now, are they?” she hissed, twisting slightly to torque the trapped nipple harder.
“Three!”
Caylee’s clenched her fists her own nails digging into her hands/ nails scraped at Maddie’s sides, but her strength was fading fast. Her whimpers were drowned out by the rising roar of the crowd.
“Four!”
A tear slipped from Caylee’s eye. Her proud chest—once the stuff of fear and legend—was being inverted, subjugated, erased beneath Maddie’s dominance.
“Five!”
“INVERSION!” the ref screamed, signaling the pin.
The bell rang.
The arena exploded—half in shock, half in awe. Maddie stayed there for a beat longer, pressing down with authority, ensuring Caylee felt every ounce of her humiliation.
Then, slowly, Maddie stood, her body glistening, chest heaving with pride. She looked down at the broken woman beneath her and smirked.
“Guess those weren’t built to last.”
Caylee dropped to her knees, sobbing, one nipple fully inverted, the other puffy and purpled. Maddie dropped to her knees beside her, exhausted, heaving, but victorious.
Winner of Round 1: Maddie Ziegler by Nipple INVERSION.
The arena ERUPTED.
Half the fans were on their feet in shock. The rest in wild celebration. Maddie had come back from the brink—her eyes still damp from earlier pain—and claimed the round with surgical brutality.
She stood, fists trembling, nipples swollen but proud.
Caylee remained down, cradling her chest, her mouth open in silent disbelief as she tried to pop her nipple back out of her chest. Finally Caylee's left nipple popped back out as Caylee let out a long drawn out gasp
“One nipple down,” Maddie whispered, staring down at her, voice shaking with emotion. “One round to go. Ready to cry in both?”
Round 2: Full Breast Striking
Updated Vegas Odds:
Maddie Ziegler: -270 (Rising Favorite)
Caylee Cowen: +240 (Must-win next match if she returns)
The bell for Round 2 echoes through the arena, and the crowd roars back to life after the brutal end of Round 1. Maddie Ziegler stands tall in her corner, chest glistening, lips curled in a smug smirk as she watches Caylee Cowen massage her still-throbbing half-inverted nipple. Caylee’s brow is furrowed in pain and rage—her dominant upper assets no longer untouchable, no longer feared.
Maddie, still breathless but composed, chuckles low and cruel. "Glad to see your nipple finally popped out. I was starting to think it ran away from a fight."
Caylee bites her lip hard enough to almost draw blood. Her fists clench, not from fear, but from fury. Her eyes burn.
"I’m going to pound your little mosquito bites flat," Caylee growls, rolling her shoulders, letting her massive 34DDs bounce free in preparation. This is a breast brawl and your little bittiee titties aree way out of their league.
The ref signals the start of Round 2.
They charge. Maddie darts in low, using her agility to slam her 34Cs into Caylee’s heavier chest. There’s a loud SMACK of flesh on flesh. Caylee’s breasts quiver, but she absorbs the hit.
"That all you’ve got, dancer girl?" Caylee mocks.
She swings her upper body with a violent arc. Her right breast catches Maddie squarely on the side, spinning the brunette a half step.
"Oof!" Maddie gasps but plants her feet. She counters with a wicked breast jab, her shoulder driving her left C-cup into Caylee’s exposed underside.
"Gghhh!" Caylee grunts as her left breast bounces upward violently.
The crowd erupts.
Crowd: "ZIEGLER! ZIEGLER!"
Maddie presses her advantage, throwing a barrage of side-to-side breast swings. Her technique is crisp—snapping back and forth like a metronome with vicious intent. Caylee stumbles back, her larger chest getting battered and lifted, the flesh rippling wildly never coming to a rest.
Maddie taunts through gritted teeth: "Feels like your boobs are begging for mercy. Want me to slow down, granny?"
But Caylee’s silence is ominous.
Suddenly, Caylee plants her foot and lunges forward. Her full breasts CRASH into Maddie’s with an echoing THWUMP that silences the crowd for a beat.
Maddie’s breath blasts out of her lungs. Her eyes go wide. She's stunned and steps away.
Caylee rears back and smashes her chest down into Maddie’s three times in rapid succession. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Maddie’s knees wobble.
Caylee growls: "You woke the beast, sweetheart."
Breast to breast, they slam again and again, a blur of sweat, bounce, and pain. Caylee’s DD's act like hammers, crashing down in a series of brutal hammer drops. Maddie’s chest reddens visibly.
But Maddie won’t go down. And her strong toned dancer legs keeps her upright.
With a defiant roar, she ducks under Caylee’s right breast drop, pivots, and uppercuts her own breasts directly into the underside of Caylee’s.
Caylee gasps.
Maddie doesn’t stop. She grinds her chest upward again, then leaps into a jumping breast smash, catching Caylee straight on.
Caylee coughs then staggers—backpedaling her breath ragged.
The arena is going insane.
Maddie charges—eyes burning, teeth bared—and unleashes her full fury. Side-to-side swings, quick jabs, upward drops. Her breasts are moving like weapons.
Caylee tries to counter but her chest is bruised and slow to recover. The weight that once gave her power now becomes her weakness.
Caylee cries out: "Uggghhh! Oh no!"
She tries to pushes forward and tries to trap Maddie to the ropes—desperate to slow her down—but Maddie spins and lifts her breasts in an open arc. The power is frightening and her right breast hammers Caylee's left breast but her right breast sails straight into Caylee’s face.
Caylee reels.
Natalie cries foul. “Watch her ref. That was an illegal bow to the face for f#cks sake!
“NO FOUL! INCIDENTAL CONTACT! FIGHT ON!”
Maddie backs up. Leans left then right then left timing her move.
Runs.
Launches.
With full force, both her breasts hammer into Caylee’s battered DD's.
There’s a sickening, wet thump.
Caylee’s body jerks, her eyes go glassy—and she crashes through the ropes and lands on the cold hard concrete.
"DOWN! COWNIS DOWN! IT’S OVER! THE FIGHT IS OVER!"
The crowd erupts in a wave of screams, cheers, and stunned silence at the brutal knockout.
Maddie leans over the ropes and looks down at Caylee's fallen body, chest heaving, sweat pouring. She raises her arms, her 34Cs swelling with each breath.
Maddie: "DDs? More like DOA's."
She heads back to her corner and the celebration begins. The camera zooms in on Caylee’s motionless face, nipples raw and inverted again, eyes now starting to blink back tears.
Official Result:
Winner: Maddie Ziegler by Knockdown at 4:48 of Round 2
Damage Report:
Maddie: Bruised but confident; C-cups held up surprisingly well.
Caylee: DDs flattened, left nipple inverted again; may need recovery time.
Post-Fight Statement (Maddie):
"She thought bigger meant better. But I brought precision, heart—and pain."
Post-Fight Statement (Caylee, via stretcher):
"This isn’t over. My girls will rise again."
Post-Fight Humiliation:
Caylee Cowan was a wreck.
Drenched in sweat, hair matted to her flushed face, body quivering from exhaustion and pain, she had stumbled away from the ring like a coward, ignoring the crowd’s roars. She didn’t care about tradition. She didn’t care that she lost. She wasn’t going to submit to Maddie Ziegler post fight rituals like some sniveling weakling. She had won the first round, she knew it, Maddie knew it. Hell, every one in the f#cking Arena except the ref saw it.
But the Wannabees cared. Oh, they cared.
Jayden Bartels was the first to intercept her as she headed to her locker room, arms crossed, jaw clenched. "Where do you think you're going, loser?"
"Back to the locker room. This is over," Caylee gasped, still clutching her collapsed left breast.
"No, it’s not," Francesca Capaldi hissed behind her, and with a nod from Jayden, the girls surged forward. Before Caylee could take another step, Maddie came flying from behind the ropes like a panther, grabbing a fistful of Caylee’s hair and yanking her backward onto the floor. The crowd howled with approval as Maddie straddled her.
You don’t get to run, b!tch,” Maddie growled, sweat glistening down her toned arms. “You lost. And now… I own you.”
Caylee was dragged by the roots of her hair, bare feet scraping the floor, her weak protests falling on deaf ears as the girls hoisted her back into the ring. The bell rang again—not for a fight, but for what came after.
Maddie stood over her like a goddess of vengeance, panting, eyes wild.
“Five minutes,” Jayden smirked from the apron, tossing a stopwatch into the ring. “Make it unforgettable.”
The bell rang again.
Maddie grabbed Caylee by the hair this time and hauled the humiliated blonde up onto her knees and delivered a stinging slap across her flushed cheek, sending Caylee’s head snapping sideways. A second slap landed on the other side with a crack, followed by a brutal one-two to her exposed breasts—SMACK. SMACK. Caylee gasped and squealed, the blows landing square on swollen, tender flesh.
“You’re not going to speak?” Maddie taunted, twisting a fist into Caylee’s damp hair and yanking her head back. “Then I’ll make you squeal.”
With a vicious tug, she spun Caylee around and dragged her over her knee, bending her prone and helpless. The crowd buzzed, their excitement turning to primal cheers.
Then came the spanking.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Maddie’s palm landed hard on Caylee’s already bruised backside. Each strike echoed, louder than the last.
One.
Two.
Three.
Ten.
Fifteen.
By the time Maddie shoved her off her lap, Caylee’s ass was bright pink, her body trembling, and her breathing ragged. Tears shimmered in the corners of her eyes.
Grabbing a fistful of blonde hair, Maddie began dragging her around the ring like a ragdoll. Then she switched grips—hooking her fingers under the waistband of Caylee’s remaining thong and yanking it into a vicious wedgie. The thin fabric disappeared between Caylee’s cheeks, drawing yelps and stumbles.
“Say it,” Maddie hissed. “Tell them who has the better rack.”
Caylee shook her head, defiant even in her naked shame. She had been in numerous breast battles but never defeated like this. Never to a newbie like Maddie.
SLAP—a backhand to the cheek.
SLAP—a cruel palm strike to her bare breast.
“Say it!”
“MMMMPH!”
“Let’s lose this too,” Maddie sneered, fingers hooking into Caylee’s waistband. With a savage tug, she yanked Caylee’s drenched panties down to her knees, exposing pale skin and shaking thighs to the hungry crowd. The reaction was instant—cheers, whistles, howls of approval.
Maddie peeled the garment completely off, spun it in the air around her finger, then stretched it with both hands and wrapped it around her throat.
Natalie screamed that Maddie had crossed a dangerous line but the victorious Wannabee didn't seem to care. She pulled back with both hands the thin fabric constricting around Caylee's throat in a suffocating choke.
“Now doesn't that feel better,” she growled, forcing Caylee’s head back at an awkward angle then slamming her face first into thee canvas. “Where is all that confidence now?”
Caylee’s muffled sob drew cruel laughter from the audience.
Maddie rolled the busty blonde on her back, wrapped both hands around Caylee’s breasts, and squeezed, her fingers digging deep into the bruised, tender flesh.
“Who. Has. The. Better. Rack?”
Finally, broken and gasping through the soaked fabric in her mouth, Caylee whimpered, “You do.”
“What was that?” Maddie snarled.
“You… you have the better rack!”
“And you?”
“I’m… a humiliated… loser,” Caylee choked.
Now tell everyone who has the better stable.
“You do. The Wannabee's rule over The Wicked Queens. You're the future and we are . . . we are losers!”
Maddie smirked. Time for the final seal.
She shoved Caylee flat on her back and straddled her chest, then reached behind to strip off her own sweat-drenched fight bottoms, balling them up in her fists. Her flushed, battle-bruised body was now completely bare as she loomed on top of her rival.
Slowly, she lowered herself until her breasts hovered just above Caylee’s face—teasing, taunting, letting her see exactly what was coming.
“No one forgets this part,” Maddie purred.
Then she slammed her chest down onto Caylee’s face with brutal confidence.
Caylee bucked beneath her, drowning in heat, sweat, and utter shame. Maddie locked her in, hands cradling Caylee’s temples as she rubbed her breasts across the girl’s face, slow and suffocating. Stiff nipples raking across and distorting Caylee's features.
“You breathe me, ****,” Maddie whispered, her voice silk and venom. “This is what defeat smells like.”
Caylee’s limbs flailed in desperation—but soon began to falter.
Just as her body started to go limp, Maddie sat up.
“Not yet,” she smirked. “Still a minute left.”
Spinning around, Maddie dropped down again—this time locking her thighs around Caylee’s head in a tight headscissors. Her toned dancer legs flexed as she pulled Caylee’s face deep into her crotch, fingers tangled in her slick wet hair.
“This is what you get for running,” she hissed, voice low and cruel. “You should’ve taken your loss like a woman. But now… now you get the real punishment.”
At ringside, Jayden and Francesca were howling with laughter.
“Deeper!” one shouted. “Smother her!”
Caylee’s kicks were feeble now—her fight fading fast, her nose buried deep in Maddie;s moist folds. Maddie released the hold just long enough to yank Caylee’s head up by the hair and slap her gently across the cheek.
“Oh no, sweetheart. We’re not done. I want you awake for this part.”
She opened her fist and shoved her damp bikini bottoms into Caylee's mouth. The busty blonde gagged but Maddie rammed it in until her panties were shoved half way down her throat. Caylee started gagging but a backhand across the cheeks nearly knocked Caylee out.
“FIVE MINUTES! TIMES UP!!”
Jayden waved off the timekeeper. “She tried to run—Maddie gets bonus time!”
The crowd erupted, a tidal wave of cheers and gasps echoing through the arena.
Maddie stood tall over her fallen rival, a triumphant smirk curling on her lips. She grabbed a fistful of Caylee’s damp hair and yanked her upright as she choked out the panties. She dragged the broken fighter to her knees. Caylee’s face hovered just inches from Maddie’s glistening, victorious chest—still flushed from battle, still radiating heat.
“Kiss them,” Maddie said softly, but firmly—like a command wrapped in velvet.
Caylee whimpered, breath hitching.
SMACK!
A sharp breast slap **** across her cheek, leaving her head snapping to the side and a fresh welt blooming.
“I said… kiss them.” Maddie’s tone darkened, low and lethal.
Caylee trembled. Her pride was shattered. Her lips quivered as she leaned in.
Softly. Shamefully.
She pressed a kiss to Maddie’s left nipple. Then the right. Her lips engulfing the warm soft flesh while her to tongue traced a circle around Maddie's nipple.
Her lips lingered a moment too long, tasting the salty essence of sweat and victory.
Maddie smiled down at her, victorious and merciful—just enough.
“Good girl,” she purred, tilting Caylee’s chin up. “See? They’re not that bad.”
Maddie shoved her back down, standing tall over the defeated blonde.
Then, slow and deliberate, she circled. With a smirk, Maddie used her foot to roll Caylee onto her back. She planted her left foot on Caylee’s soft breast, pressing down, her toes sinking into the pliant flesh.
“Kiss them.”
“No… please… don’t. Maddie, you won. Let me go…”
“I said—lick them.”
Maddie shoved her toes into Caylee’s mouth. Her tongue obeyed—humiliated, broken, licking and kissing.
The ref finally stepped in. “That’s enough, Ziegler. You had your fun. She’s finished.”
Maddie ignored him, pushing her foot down harder, making Caylee gag—then raised her arms, flexing in victory, standing like a goddess over her conquered rival.
With a slow, dominant rise, Maddie stood over Caylee’s limp, body and planted one foot firmly back on her chest. She raised both of Caylee’s stolen garments high in the air—trophies taken in front of hundreds.
“These,” Maddie declared, “belong to me now.”
The crowd howled as Jayden entered the ring and wrapped a black silk robe around her shoulders, the golden Wannabees emblem gleaming on the back.
Caylee? She was rolled out on a stretcher—na$ed, defeated, and completely broken.
Maddie strutted out of the ring, head high, smirk wide, trophies in hand.
Official Score. The Badass Barbies – The Wicked Queens 2 – The Wannabees 2
Written by the Badass Barbies