The bell rings, and all hell breaks loose! Zendaya and Margot Robbie launch themselves at each other, exchanging brutal punches, kicks, and elbows. The crowd goes wild, screaming and cheering as the two fighters trade blows with relentless fury. The ring becomes a battlefield, as the women grapple and wrestle, throwing each other around like ragdolls. Neither fighter is willing to back down, their faces twisted in expressions of pure rage and determination. Zendaya manages to gain the upper hand, smashing Margot Robbie into the turnbuckle with a devastating clothesline.
Trapped in the corner, Margot knows she’s in a precarious position. But she’s not going down without a fight. As Zendaya raises her foot to deliver a brutal stomp, Margot swings her leg up, knocking Zendaya off balance. Seizing the moment, Margot leaps out of the corner, slamming into Zendaya with a powerful shoulder block that sends her sprawling to the mat. The crowd erupts in cheers, energized by the intense back-and-forth action. Margot isn’t done yet, as she stomps down on Zendaya?
“What happened to that ass of yours, Zendaya?” Margot taunts, her foot grinding down on Zendaya's posterior. “It’s as flat as a pancake!” With each stomp, Margot hammers home her point, the force of her words as powerful as the blows she’s delivering. Zendaya tries to crawl away, but Margot stays on top of her, her foot unrelenting in its assault. The crowd loves it, chanting “Flatty, Flatty” in unison, further humiliating Zendaya.
Margot isn’t finished with Zendaya yet, and she decides to up the ante. With a quick yank, she pulls down Zendaya’s bikini bottoms, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The crowd gasps, unsure of what Margot has planned. Margot jams all four fingers into Zendaya’s ass crack like a dagger. Zendaya thrashes wildly, trying to dislodge Margot’s grip, but to no avail.
Margot has Zendaya right where she wants her, and she’s not about to let up. She maneuvers her knees onto Zendaya’s ankles, pinning them down and preventing her from escaping. She resumes her assault on Zendaya’s ass crack, stabbing her fingers in deeper and deeper, relishing in the pain she’s inflicting. Zendaya is on the verge of tears as Margot digs her fingers in, turning her ass crack into a warzone.
. Zendaya is crawling away, desperately trying to distance herself from her tormentor. But with her bikini bottoms still tangled around her legs, she can’t get far. Margot takes her time, savoring the moment and relishing the fear she sees in Zendaya’s eyes.
She has had enough of toying with Zendaya, and she’s ready to deal the finishing blow. She slides under the ring, emerging with a steel chair in hand. The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos as Margot re-enters the ring, preparing to deliver a brutal chair shot to Zendaya’s back. But Zendaya has a trick up her sleeve, rolling out of the way just as Margot swings the chair down with all her might. The steel chair smashes into the canvas, creating a deafening clang.
Margot is still reeling from the failed chair shot, and she’s not prepared for Zendaya’s counterattack. Just as Margot is about to swing the chair again, Zendaya strikes, landing a devastating kick to the chair that sends it flying back into Margot’s face. The crowd cheers in approval as Margot stumbles backwards, dropping the chair as she clutches her face.
Zendaya lies face down, her exposed ass still stinging from Margot’s earlier attacks. Margot is on her back, a bruise already forming on her face where the chair struck. It’s anyone’s match at this point.
But, Zendaya, fueled by adrenaline and rage, pushes herself to her feet, staggering slightly as she regains her balance. Margot, still struggling to recover from the kick, manages to pull herself onto her knees, her hands braced against the mat. But it’s a fatal mistake, as Zendaya pounces on her, raining down a furious barrage of punches to Margot’s face. Margot’s head snaps back with each blow.
But she is a picture of defiance. She refuses to surrender, meeting Zendaya’s gaze with a steely stare. “Is that all you got?” she spits, her voice hoarse from the beating she’s taken. “Bring it, bitch!” Zendaya’s eyes narrow, her teeth clenched in a snarl. She rains down more punches, her fists hammering Margot’s face like a jackhammer.
But Margot won’t break. Her expression remains stoic, her eyes daring Zendaya to do her worst. She’s a woman possessed, channeling her inner warrior, refusing to give Zendaya the satisfaction of seeing her break. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, transfixed by the sheer determination and courage on display.
Zendaya is fed up with Margot’s defiance. She grabs Margot by the hair, yanking her head up, before shoving her face into her pussy.
“Lick it,” she growls, grinding her hips against Margot’s face. Margot gags, trying to resist, but Zendaya’s grip is too strong. The crowd is in a frenzy, cheering and jeering at the depravity unfolding before them.
Zendaya is a woman possessed. She continues to grind her pussy against Margot’s face.
“You like that, don’t you?” she taunts. “You’re nothing but a filthy slut.
Margot struggles to break free.
Zendaya’s grip is unyielding, her hips gyrating in rhythm as Zendaya rides her face with ruthless abandon, grinding. Margot is nothing but a tool for her gratification, a mere object to be used and discarded. She reaches her climax, her body shuddering as she cums into Margot’s face, soaking her.
The crowd erupts in cheers captivated by the sheer brutality of the spectacle.
But Margot is a broken woman, her body and spirit shattered by Zendaya’s merciless assault. She sways on her knees, her movements unsteady and weak, her arms hanging limply by her sides. Her long blonde hair is now a knotted mess, sticky with sweat and cum, clinging to her face. The look in her eyes is hollow, a vacant stare that betrays the trauma she’s endured. But even in her defeated state, Margot refuses to surrender her defiance. Through swollen lips, she manages to croak out a challenge to Zendaya. “Is that all you got?” she spits, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Bring it on, you bitch.” Zendaya stares at her, a look of incredulity on her face.
“You still think you can win?” she asks, her tone mocking. But Margot doesn’t respond, her gaze defiantly fixed on Zendaya.
Margot may be on the brink of defeat, but she’s not going down without a fight. She lunges at Zendaya and jams her fingers into her pussy, spreading her lips apart with vicious force; Zendaya screams as Margot digs her nails deeper into her flesh.
The tables have turned, and now it’s Zendaya who is reduced to a sobbing mess. She sinks to her knees, the pain radiating from between her legs as she clutches her pussy.
Margot, meanwhile, is breathing heavily, her body trembling with exhaustion. Both women are covered in sweat, their bikini tops soaked and clinging to their heaving breasts. The crowd cheers wildly, caught up in the drama of this epic battle between two once-gorgeous women now reduced to battered shells of their former selves. They glare at each other, hatred simmering in their eyes. Margot spits squarely into Zendaya’s face; Zendaya wipes it off with a sneer, then gathers a mouthful of her own spit and unleashes it at Margot. The crowd jeers in delight as the two women continue to spit in each other’s faces, their expressions twisted with disgust and rage.
They stagger to their feet, their bruised and battered bodies aching with every movement. They begin to circle each other, throwing weak punches that slowly gain strength and precision. The crowd roars with excitement as the two fighters trade blows around the ring, their fists impacting with sickening thuds against each other’s flesh. The sound of their grunts and curses fills the air.
In a moment of opportunity, Zendaya manages to dodge one of Margot’s wild swings, leaving Margot exposed. She seizes the moment, targeting Margot’s breasts with brutal precision. With each punch, Margot’s tits are squished mercilessly against her chest, the bikini cups offering little protection against the onslaught. The crowd winces as Zendaya’s fists connect again and again, leaving Margot’s breasts swollen and tender. Margot lets out a hoarse scream with each impact, her knees buckling beneath her.
Zendaya continues to punish Margot’s breasts with unrelenting ferocity, each punch landing with devastating force. Margot’s back hits the ropes, leaving her with nowhere to retreat. Zendaya takes advantage of her trapped position, yanking Margot’s hair back. She channels her focus on one breast, pummeling it relentlessly, as if it were the sole source of Margot’s suffering.
Zendaya’s single-minded focus on Margot’s breast proves to be her undoing as she loses her balance, tumbling over the ropes and out of the ring with Margot in tow. But neither fighter is deterred by their spill, continuing to pound away at each other as if they had landed on a fluffy cloud. Margot grunts with every hit, her fists connecting with Zendaya’s ribs and stomach. Zendaya retaliates with jabs to Margot’s face, leaving it a mess.
The two fighters continue to roll around on the ground, entangled in a vicious embrace. Their bodies slam against the floor, sending echoes of pain throughout the arena. They scream and cry their voices hoarse.They claw at each other, pulling hair, scratching skin, desperate to inflict as much damage as possible. With a final, desperate shove, they roll under the ring, disappearing from sight. The crowd falls silent, staring in shock at the empty ring, unsure of what will happen next.
A quick acting camera operator starts filming under the ring. The jumbotron shows the two demolishing each other
The camera operator’s quick thinking pays off, as the jumbotron comes to life with a startling feed from beneath the ring. The screen displays Margot and Zendaya in full view, their bodies a tangle of limbs and fists. The crowd gasps, their jaws dropping as they witness the brutal, unfiltered savagery of the fight. Margot has Zendaya pinned to the ground, her hands wrapped around Zendaya’s throat as she struggles to breathe.
The camera pans across the crowd, capturing their wild reaction to the harrowing scene beneath the ring. The crowd is a sea of awed and terrified faces, some clapping enthusiastically, others covering their mouths in horror. The camera returns to the ring, revealing a gruesome scene. Zendaya lies motionless beneath Margot, her eyes closed, her chest barely rising and falling. Margot is slumped on top of her, equally still, her breath shallow and ragged. The only signs of life are their labored breathing.
The camera operator works with precision and finesse, capturing the audience’s reactions with masterful skill. The jumbotron now displays a medley of diverse reactions from the crowd: some fans are on their feet, fists pumping in the air; others are doubled over with laughter; a few look away in disgust. One man’s eyes are wide with shock, while the woman next to him is grimacing in horror. The spectacle is a mesmerizing display of human emotion, capturing the raw,l impact of Margot and Zendaya’s vicious battle.
The camera zooms back in on the action beneath the ring, revealing a shift in the wrestlers’ positioning. Margot has managed to hoist Zendaya’s limp body onto her back, like a grim parody of a piggyback ride. Her face is etched with determination as she begins to drag herself and Zendaya from under the ring. The camera pans up as Margot emerges from beneath the ring, Zendaya draped across her shoulders like a defeated trophy.
The crowd is delirious with excitement, their voices blending into a deafening roar. Some of them are caught between awe and horror, wondering if they’ve crossed a moral line by enjoying such a brutal display. But their bloodlust is insatiable. Margot unceremoniously dumps Zendaya’s limp form onto the floor. Without hesitation, she then tears off Zendaya’s bikini top, snapping the strings that hold it in place. The shredded fabric flutters to the floor like a flag of defeat.
She stands triumphant over Zendaya, her arms raised in victory.
With Zendaya’s body still slumped on the floor, Margot uses the shredded bikini top to blindfold her, robbing her of her last remaining defense against Margot’s sadistic whims. Then, Margot yanks Zendaya up by her hair, hoisting her naked form for all to see. The crowd erupts into a frenzy, a cacophony of cheers and jeers.
Margot’s humiliation of Zendaya reaches new depths as she pinches the actress’ tiny breasts, jiggling them for the crowd’s amusement. “Where are they?” she jeers.
The crowd responds with catcalls and snickers. With a single, brutal shove, Margot tosses Zendaya into the crowd, still blindfolded. Zendaya stumbles, tripping over outstretched feet and flailing arms, her naked form exposed to the hungry eyes of the spectators.
She drags Zendaya through the crowd, pulling her up by her hair until she’s kneeling, vulnerable and exposed. She forces Zendaya’s arms behind her back, exposing her chest even further. She turns to the crowd, a sinister grin on her face.
“Show me where they are,” she taunts, gesturing to Zendaya’s flat chest.
The crowd needs no further encouragement. They descend upon Zendaya, their hands roaming over her body like a pack of ravenous wolves.
After a time, Margot watches the spectacle with a growing disinterest. She turns away from the frenzied crowd, pulling Zendaya back over the railing, her body limp in Margot’s arms.
Margot then hauls Zendaya’s naked, violated body to the steel steps. The crowd chants Margot’s name as she leans Zendaya against the cold, unforgiving metal.
“Time to end this.”
The crowd gasps in shock as Margot positions Zendaya for pile driver, only for Zendaya to reverse it. The tables are turned as Margot’s head slams into the steel step with a sickening thud, the impact reverberating throughout the arena. The crowd’s cheers turn to shocked silence as Margot flops to the ground, motionless. Zendaya, barely conscious, collapses onto the steps, her naked body curled into a fetal position, her hands covering her tiny breasts in a last shred of modesty.
The scene is grim and surreal. Both fighters lie motionless, their chests barely rising and falling. The crowd is beyond frenzy, the atmosphere crackling with anticipation. It’s a testament to the brutality of the battle that the crowd would eagerly watch, spellbound, as the two women struggle for consciousness. Time seems to slow to a crawl, each minute feeling like an eternity, but the crowd doesn’t care. They’re witnessing, two beautiful women now reduced to battered, naked shells.
Zendaya’s movements are torturously slow, every inch of progress an arduous victory. She slides off the steps, her body hitting the floor with a dull thud. She begins to army crawl towards Margot, her fingers digging into the mat, her legs dragging behind her, but with it comes the dawning realization of her seemingly impossible task. Margot is now as helpless as a ragdoll, her body covered in bruises and welts. Zendaya’s battered body trembles as she forces herself to stand. She drags Margot’s limp form closer to the ring, her fingers digging into Margot’s skin, leaving angry red marks. She curses under her breath, exhausted and frustrated, but driven by a stubborn determination to end this once and for all.
Zendaya’s once-perfect face is now a grotesque mask of bruises, her body covered in sweat and grime. But she refuses to give up, using the last vestiges of her strength to drag Margot’s limp form into the center of the ring; air is charged with anticipation.
Zendaya, consumed by a rage that has been simmering beneath the surface since Margot had people violate her body. As she positions Margot in the center of the ring, the world seems to fade away. All Zendaya can see is Margot, the source of her pain, her humiliation. The crowd, the bright lights, the referee, all become irrelevant. She bends Margot’s body in half backward, her legs pinned beneath her. She positions herself between Margot’s thighs, her face hovering mere inches from Margot’s exposed pussy.
Her tongue darts out, lapping at Margot’s clit. Margot’s body jerks, her eyes fluttering open. She tries to scream, but Zendaya’s mouth muffles her cries.
Margot is repulsed that Zendaya went pussy to mouth. She came all this way only to get violated in the end as she gave in and begged Zendaya to stop.
Zendaya, unable to rise to her feet, tears up with joy as her name is announced and she’s officially in the RQT final.
Liv Tyer or Carrie Underwwod?
It doesn’t matter. She would take on both if she had to.
