The lights dimmed in the arena as the crowd roared with anticipation. The enormous steel cage, known as the Wargames structure, loomed menacingly overhead. Inside, Kylie Jenner and Emily Robinson stood in their respective corners, eyeing each other with a mix of determination and trepidation.
Kylie, with her immaculate makeup and form-fitting bikini, exuded a mix of glamour and danger, while Emily, in her bikini, radiated a quiet confidence and steely resolve.
The moment the bell rang, Kylie and Emily lunged at each other, their bodies colliding with a thunderous smack that reverberated off the steel cage walls. Grunts and cries filled the air as they grappled, each trying to gain the upper hand.
Kylie's mascara smeared, while Emily's hair came loose from its ponytail, both women bearing the marks of the intense struggle.
As they fought, the tension in the air was palpable. Both women knew that their teammates were waiting in the wings, ready to join the fray at any moment. But for now, it was just the two of them, battling it out in the center of the ring, each determined to emerge victorious.
The momentum of the match took a sudden and unexpected turn as Kylie and Emily's battle atop the turnbuckle turned into a disastrous fall. Their fierce exchange of blows sent them both tumbling to the mat, the impact of their landing causing the crowd to gasp in shock.
Kylie hit the canvas hard, rolling her ankle and letting out a cry of pain as it hyperextended. Meanwhile, Emily's shoulder took the brunt of her fall, dislocating with an audible pop that echoed throughout the arena.
Both women lay on the mat, clutching their injuries and writhing in agony. The referee immediately rushed to their sides, checking on their condition. Despite the excruciating pain, Kylie and Emily refused to stay down for long. Their determination and grit fueled them as they gritted their teeth and struggled to their feet, refusing to let their injuries keep them from continuing the fight.
Meanwhile, in the cages, Martie's concern for her sister was palpable. Her face contorted with worry as she watched Emily trying to pop her dislocated shoulder back into place, her efforts accompanied by agonized grunts and groans.
Martie turned to Dolly, her voice firm and insistent. "I'm going in next," she declared, leaving no room for argument. Dolly, seeing the fire in Martie's eyes, nodded in agreement, knowing that there was no stopping her now.
On the Kardashians' side, the team huddled together, their voices hushed as they discussed their new strategy. They knew that with Kylie injured, they would have to adjust their game plan. But as they plotted their next move, they couldn't help but steal glances at the cage, where Martie paced like a caged tiger, her eyes fixed on her sister with a fierce protectiveness.
Kylie's desperation to keep Emily from recovering her arm led her to throw herself at her opponent, grabbing hold of Emily's arm and using her body weight to prevent her from popping it back into place. Despite the searing pain in her ankle, Kylie expertly maneuvered to keep her foot in a safe position while unleashing a barrage of strikes on Emily's injured arm.
Unbeknownst to them, the clock was ticking down, with only 30 seconds left until Team Dolly's cage opened. Martie, however, was growing increasingly impatient, her anxiety for her sister's wellbeing clouding her judgment.
In a burst of emotion, Martie charged at the cage door, kicking it with all her might in an attempt to force it open. The door rattled, but held firm, frustrating her efforts.
As the final seconds counted down, the tension in the arena was palpable. Would Martie manage to break down the door and come to her sister's aid, or would she be forced to wait until the timer ran out? And if she did manage to get into the ring, what chaos would ensue as the two teams clashed in this already brutal Wargames match?
Emily's desperate attempts to fight back were hampered by Kylie's relentless attacks, her blows raining down on Emily's injured arm with fierce precision. Both women were so focused on the battle at hand that they failed to hear the countdown, oblivious to the impending arrival of Martie.
The rest of Team Kris watched in horror as Martie burst from her cage, charging down the ramp with the ferocity of a wild animal. Her eyes blazed with determination, and her body was coiled like a spring, ready to unleash her pent-up fury on Kylie.
As Martie reached the ring, the referee scrambled to open the cage door, barely managing to get out of the way as Martie barreled through, her sights set on Kylie. The crowd roared, sensing the imminent explosion of violence as Martie raced towards Kylie, intent on rescuing her sister from Kylie's merciless assault.
In that moment, the dynamics of the match shifted dramatically. With Martie now in the mix, Team Dolly had the upper hand, but Kylie and the rest of Team Kris weren't about to go down without a fight.
Martie's entrance into the ring was like a force of nature, the impact of her body against Kylie's akin to being hit by a speeding truck. Her sheer determination and rage propelled her forward, causing her to nearly burst out of her wrestling attire in the process. But in that moment, Martie's only concern was to inflict as much pain on Kylie as possible, making good on her promise of a two-minute nightmare.
With a vicious hiss, Martie zeroed in on Kylie's injured ankle, her strikes precise and merciless. Kylie cried out in agony as Martie's relentless assault intensified, each blow sending shockwaves of pain through her entire body.
Meanwhile, Emily managed to drag herself to the corner of the ring, cradling her injured arm as she watched her sister unleash hell on Kylie. The crowd was electric, caught up in the drama unfolding before them, as Martie's fierce determination to protect her sister drove her to new heights of brutality.
Martie's ferocious beating had left Kylie in a crumpled heap, her cries of pain echoing throughout the arena. As Martie rushed to Emily's side, the sisters shared a moment of tenderness amidst the chaos, their foreheads touching as they exchanged words of encouragement.
Despite Martie's attempts to help her up, Emily remained determined to let her sister continue the fight. Martie, spurred on by Emily's resilience, returned to Kylie with a renewed sense of purpose.
With ruthless efficiency, Martie wedged Kylie's already injured ankle between the bottom rope and the steel cage, leaving her helpless to defend herself. Martie then unleashed a devastating running kick, the impact reverberating through the arena as Kylie screamed in agony.
But Martie wasn't finished yet. Seizing Kylie by the hair, she dragged her towards the unforgiving metal flooring between the two rings. With a final burst of savagery, Martie stomped on Kylie's ankle again and again, the sickening sound of bone on metal eliciting gasps from the crowd and cries of protest from the Kardashian team.
As Martie continued her brutal assault on Kylie, the tension within Team Kris reached a boiling point. Kendall, outraged at the sight of her sister's suffering, insisted that she be the one to enter the ring next, her protective instincts kicking into overdrive.
But Kris Jenner, the matriarch of the family and team captain, had other ideas. With a steely determination, she declared that she would be the one to enter the ring and protect her daughter. The clock was ticking, and the team had mere seconds to make a decision.
The other members of Team Kris watched as Kendall and Kris engaged in a heated debate, their voices raised in frustration. Meanwhile, the crowd and Team Dolly looked on, awaiting the outcome of this family feud.
As the final seconds ticked away, Kris's resolve only grew stronger. She would not let her daughter face this battle alone. With a fierce determination, she stood at the ready, poised to enter the ring and face off against Martie, no matter the cost.
Kylie's torment seemed to stretch on for an eternity, every moment filled with excruciating pain as she desperately tried to escape Martie's relentless pursuit. Her feeble attempts to fend off her attacker were met with derisive laughter from the crowd, who watched with a mix of horror and fascination.
The tension reached its peak as the countdown neared its end, the anticipation palpable as everyone waited to see who would emerge from Team Kris's cage. The crowd held their breath, the silence punctuated only by Kylie's pained gasps and Martie's taunting laughter.
And then, just as the timer hit zero, the door swung open to reveal none other than Kris Jenner herself, her face set in a determined scowl. The crowd erupted in surprise as Kris strode confidently towards the ring, her eyes locked on Martie.
For a moment, Martie paused, her expression momentarily betraying a hint of surprise. But she quickly recovered, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she turned to face this new challenger. The battle was far from over, and Kris Jenner was about to enter the fray.
As Kris Jenner made her way towards the ring, Kendall's frustration boiled over. Grabbing her mother's arm, she pleaded with her to reconsider, her voice rising in desperation as she made her case.
For a moment, Kris hesitated, her eyes flicking between her daughter and the scene unfolding in the ring. But then, with a sudden and unexpected ferocity, Kris whirled around, her eyes blazing as she unleashed a scream that seemed to come from the very depths of her being.
The force of Kris's command sent shockwaves through the arena, momentarily silencing the crowd as they watched in stunned silence. Even Kendall was taken aback, her hand falling limply to her side as she stared at her mother in disbelief.
With one final, withering glance at Kendall, Kris turned and marched towards the ring, her determination to protect her daughter evident in every step. The message was clear: Kendall was to stay put, and Kris would handle things from here.
In the ring, Emily had managed to fix her shoulder, gritting her teeth as she fought through the lingering pain. Despite her own injuries, she positioned herself between Kris and Martie, her eyes locked on the approaching woman with a steely resolve.
Martie, for her part, stood ready to meet Kris head-on, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she sized up her new opponent. The tension in the arena was palpable as the two women squared off, each waiting for the other to make the first move.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the only sound the ragged breathing of the combatants and the hushed whispers of the crowd. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, Kris lunged forward, and the battle resumed in earnest.
The rest of Team Kris quickly ushered Kendall back into the cage, their voices soft and soothing as they tried to calm her down. Kendall's protests had turned into quiet sobs, her frustration and concern for Kylie mingling in a storm of emotion.
Meanwhile, Kylie remained in the ring, her body wracked with pain as she tried to drag herself away from Martie's relentless assault. Her once-perfect makeup was smeared, her hair matted with sweat, but still she refused to give in, determined to hold on until help arrived.
As Kris Jenner raced towards the ring, her focus was entirely on Martie, her every step fueled by a mother's instinct to protect her child. The stage was set for a clash of wills and strength, as two formidable women prepared to face off in a battle that would determine the fate of the match.
Emily's courage and determination shone through as she stood her ground between Kris and Martie, determined to protect her sister no matter the cost. But Kris was a force to be reckoned with, her anger and determination driving her forward with a ferocity that Emily couldn't hope to match.
With only one arm to defend herself, Emily found herself quickly overwhelmed by Kris's onslaught, her body slammed against the cage wall with bone-jarring force. She crumpled to the mat, dazed, as Kris turned her attention to Martie.
Across the ring, Martie stood with her foot planted firmly on Kylie's injured ankle, a defiant smirk on her face as she dared Kris to come and save her daughter. The air between them crackled with tension as the two women locked eyes, each sizing the other up and preparing for the inevitable clash.
Kris's anger radiated off her in waves, her toned abs clenched tight as she squared off against Martie. The blue bikini she wore hugged her body, a stark contrast to the pink worn by Dolly and her team, making it clear which side she was on.
Her eyes blazed with intensity as she stared Martie down, her fists clenched at her sides. She knew she had to be careful, had to keep her emotions in check if she wanted to come out on top. But it was hard to stay calm when she saw her daughter lying helpless on the mat, her body battered and bruised.
Martie, for her part, seemed to revel in the chaos she had wrought, a smirk playing on her lips as she taunted Kris from across the ring. But Kris was no pushover, and as she stepped forward, her gaze never wavering, it was clear that she was prepared to do whatever it took to protect her family and emerge victorious.
Martie's final, vicious stomp on Kylie's ankle sent a surge of fury through Kris, propelling her forward with a speed and strength she didn't know she possessed. She felt the ropes of the first ring brush against her skin as she charged towards Martie, her gaze locked on her target.
Martie was quick to react, unleashing a flurry of strikes that Kris struggled to defend against. But as she slipped between the ropes of the second ring, she regained her composure, her body moving with a grace and agility that belied her age.
With a roar of anger, Kris took Martie to task, raining down blows that echoed throughout the arena. Martie stumbled backwards, momentarily caught off guard by the ferocity of Kris's attack. But she quickly regained her footing, her eyes narrowing as she prepared to retaliate.
It was a battle of wills, of strength and cunning, as the two women fought for dominance in the ring. And with Kylie's safety hanging in the balance, the stakes couldn't have been higher.
Kris's onslaught was relentless, her fists connecting with Martie's body again and again as she drove her opponent back into the corner. Martie's grunts of pain were music to Kris's ears, fueling her anger and driving her to hit even harder.
Finally, when she felt Martie's defenses begin to crumble, Kris switched tactics, launching herself into a series of corner splashes that sent Martie reeling. With each impact, the crowd roared their approval, the arena reverberating with the sound of their cheers.
But it was the final splash that really drove Kris's point home. With a smirk, she positioned herself so that her chest landed squarely in Martie's face, her weight driving the other woman back into the corner with a thud. It was a move that was both humiliating and painful, and Kris couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction as she watched Martie struggle to recover.
As the countdown to the next entry began, Kris remained focused, her attention locked on her new target: Emily. With the memory of Kylie's injuries fresh in her mind, she was determined to inflict as much damage as possible on her daughter's attacker.
Emily, still reeling from her earlier encounter with Kris, tried desperately to defend herself as Kris bore down on her. But it was no use. Kris was too strong, too determined, and within moments she had Emily's arm twisted behind her back, her shoulder straining against the pressure.
Emily cried out in pain as Kris continued to twist, determined to dislocate the arm once again. The crowd watched in rapt silence, their eyes glued to the drama unfolding in the ring. And as the final seconds ticked away, the tension was palpable, everyone waiting to see if Kris would succeed in her mission of vengeance.
As the buzzer sounded, signaling the arrival of Dolly, Kris's gaze shifted to the ramp, her eyes locking onto her new opponent. With Emily all but defeated, Kris's attention was now fully focused on the leader of Team Dolly.
"You and me, captain," Kris taunted, her voice dripping with malice. In that moment, she felt invincible, her body thrumming with adrenaline as she anticipated the fight to come.
Without a second thought, she tossed Emily aside like a ragdoll, her gaze never wavering from Dolly as she made her way down the ramp. It was a moment of pure, unbridled aggression, as two fierce competitors prepared to face off in a battle that would determine the fate of their teams.
As Kris and Dolly squared off in the ring, the crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement palpable as they watched these two titans clash.
Kris was on fire, her fists flying as she mounted Dolly and began raining blows down on her. But just as she was about to deliver the finishing blow, she felt a sudden impact to the back of her head, sending her sprawling to the mat.
It was Emily, who had somehow managed to recover and deliver a devastating kick to Kris's skull. Dolly, seizing the opportunity, quickly regained her composure and began barking orders to her teammates.
"Take out Kylie!" she commanded, her voice echoing throughout the arena. "I'll handle Kris!"
The sisters didn't hesitate, charging towards the injured Kylie with a renewed sense of purpose. Meanwhile, Dolly focused her attention on Kris, who was slowly pulling herself back to her feet.
It was a chaotic scene, as the members of Team Dolly worked in unison to regain the upper hand. But Kris was far from defeated, and as she locked eyes with Dolly, she knew that this fight was far from over.
Kris's attempt to regain control was thwarted by Dolly's quick thinking, as she kicked her away and began to mercilessly pummel her. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the arena, punctuated by Kris's grunts of pain.
Across the ring, Kylie's situation had taken a turn for the worse. With the two sisters working in perfect tandem, she found herself on the receiving end of a brutal beatdown. Every punch, kick, and slam was expertly measured, designed to inflict maximum damage and bring Kylie to her knees.
The crowd watched in awe as the members of Team Dolly unleashed their full fury on their opponents. It was a display of ruthless efficiency, as they systematically dismantled their enemies one by one.
Despite her injuries, Kris refused to give in, her eyes blazing with defiance as she struggled to fight back. But with the odds stacked against her, it was clear that this would be an uphill battle, and one that would push her to her very limits.
The final seconds of the countdown seemed to stretch on for an eternity, the anticipation in the arena reaching a fever pitch. As Kris and Kylie continued to endure a brutal beating, the crowd could sense that a turning point was fast approaching.
Sure enough, as the clock ticked down to zero, Kendall burst out of Team Kris's cage, her face a mask of determination as she raced towards the ring. This was her moment, her chance to turn the tide of the match and protect her sister from further harm.
The members of Team Dolly exchanged nervous glances, their confidence shaken by the arrival of this fresh and formidable opponent. They knew that Kendall was a force to be reckoned with, and that she would stop at nothing to protect her family.
As Kendall entered the ring, the crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement palpable as they watched this new chapter in the match unfold. With the odds now more even, the stage was set for a dramatic showdown between the two teams, and the outcome was anyone's guess.
Kendall's entrance into the ring was explosive, her front kick connecting with Dolly's head with devastating force. The shorter woman stumbled backwards, her vision swimming as she struggled to stay upright.
Before Dolly could recover, Kris was on her, delivering a powerful sidewalk slam that sent shockwaves through the mat. Dolly's body crumpled under the force of the impact, her limbs splayed out as she lay motionless on the ground.
The crowd erupted in cheers as Team Kris regained control of the match, their spirits lifted by this dramatic turn of events. Kendall and Kris stood over Dolly's prone form, their chests heaving as they caught their breath.
With the tide of the match now turned, the remaining competitors charged towards each other, a whirlwind of fists, feet, and fury. Kris and Kendall led the charge for Team Kris, their faces set in grim determination as they collided with Martie and Emily.
The impact was catastrophic, sending shockwaves through the arena as the four women unleashed their full power on each other. Punches flew, kicks connected, and bodies were sent crashing to the mat as the battle raged on.
Despite their injuries, neither team was willing to back down, their determination and will to win driving them forward. The crowd watched in awe as the match devolved into a chaotic melee, the outcome impossible to predict.
As the minutes ticked by, the fighters began to tire, their movements growing slower and more labored. But still they fought on, each hoping to land the decisive blow that would turn the tide of the match in their favor.
With a burst of energy, Kris and Kendall rallied, executing a perfectly timed Irish whip that sent the sisters crashing into each other with a sickening thud. They didn't waste a moment, following up with a pair of devastating double clotheslines that left Martie and Emily reeling.
Sensing their advantage, Kris and Kendall began to use the cage walls to their advantage, throwing their opponents into them with brutal force. Each impact echoed through the arena, punctuated by the cheers of the crowd as Team Kris took control of the match.
Emily and Martie stumbled and staggered, their bodies battered and bruised from the relentless assault. They tried to fight back, but their movements were sluggish and uncoordinated, their strength sapped by the relentless onslaught.
In a moment of inspired teamwork, Kris and Kendall turned to their injured teammate Kylie, who nodded her assent. With a burst of strength, they hoisted her up into the air, using her body as a living weapon.
With a primal scream, they brought Kylie crashing down onto Emily, the impact sending shockwaves through the mat. Emily lay limp on the ground, her body broken by the force of the blow.
Wasting no time, Kris and Kendall repeated the maneuver on Martie, slamming Kylie down onto her with the same devastating force. Martie, too, was left incapacitated, her body sprawled out on the mat as she struggled to catch her breath.
Just as Team Kris began to celebrae, the countdown began again, a reminder that the match was far from over. Dolly, who had been momentarily stunned by the earlier attack, had recovered and was now wreaking havoc on her opponents. She moved like a tornado, her fists and feet a blur as she took on Kris, Kendall, and Kylie all at once.
Kris and Kendall did their best to defend themselves, but they were outnumbered and outmatched. Kylie, still injured, could do little more than stumble out of the way as Dolly rained blows down on her teammates.
The crowd watched in awe as the tide of the match turned yet again, the outcome more uncertain than ever. With only ten seconds left until the next member of Team Dolly entered the ring, the stage was set for a dramatic finish that would keep everyone on the edge of their seats.
In the corner of Team Dolly's cage, the remaining members of the team huddled together, deep in discussion. Carrie Underwood and Miranda Lambert had their heads close together, their voices low and intense as they strategized their next move.
It didn't take long for them to decide that Natalie Maines, the final member of the Dixie Chicks trio, should be the next one to enter the ring. They knew that having all three members of the group together could give them a significant advantage, their years of performing and touring together lending them a level of synchronization and chemistry that would be hard to beat.
As the countdown to Natalie's entry began, the crowd buzzed with excitement. They knew that the match was about to take a dramatic turn, and they couldn't wait to see how Team Kris would respond to this latest challenge.
The buzzer's sound echoed through the arena, signaling Natalie's entry and drawing Kris's attention. She quickly issued orders to Kendall and Kylie, instructing them to greet Natalie at the cage door while she focused on Dolly.
Natalie, however, had other plans. As Kendall and Kylie moved towards the cage door, Natalie stopped short, her gaze locked on them. For a moment, the sisters thought they had the upper hand, their intimidating presence causing Natalie to hesitate.
But it was all a ruse. As Kendall and Kylie focused on Natalie,Martie and Emily slipped silently behind them, poised to strike. Before the sisters knew what was happening, they were ambushed from behind, their bodies slamming against the cage wall.
Kris, momentarily distracted by her fight with Dolly, turned to see her daughters struggling to defend themselves against the attack. She knew she had to act quickly if she wanted to turn the tide of the match back in their favor.
Dolly saw her opportunity and seized it, catching Kris off guard with an expertly executed inverted facelock. Kris struggled to break free, but Dolly was relentless. With a malicious smirk, Dolly positioned Kris's face directly beneath her ample chest, the audience gasping as they realized what was coming next. With a swift and powerful motion, Dolly dropped to the mat, the weight of her body crashing down onto Kris's face and the back of her head.
The impact was brutal, the force of Dolly's trademark "40DD Drop" reverberating throughout the arena. Kris lay motionless on the mat, her body limp as Dolly stood triumphant over her.
The crowd erupted in a mix of shock and excitement, the intensity of the match reaching new heights. As Dolly turned to face her teammates, her eyes glinting with malice, it was clear that Team Dolly was on the warpath, and no one was safe from their wrath.
Kim, Kourtney, and Khloe watched in horror as the events unfolded in the ring. They were powerless to intervene, their anger and frustration mounting with each passing moment.
They could only look on as the members of Team Dolly mercilessly tore through their family, their attacks swift and brutal. The Dixie Chicks and Dolly worked in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized and efficient as they dismantled Kris, Kendall, and Kylie one by one.
The sisters could feel their hearts racing, their fists clenching in impotent rage as they watched their loved ones suffer at the hands of their enemies.
The members of Team Dolly continued their relentless attack, their confidence growing with each passing moment. Dolly held Kris by the arms, leaving her vulnerable to Natalie's onslaught of kicks, punches, and stomps. Meanwhile, Emily focused her attention on Kylie's ankle, her calculated strikes causing immense pain and further limiting Kylie's mobility.
Across the ring, Martie used Kendall's own body against her, wiping the cage walls with her chest in a display of dominance and humiliation. Team Kris was struggling to mount a defense, their bodies battered and bruised from the constant assault.
As the 10-second timer began, Kim stood ready at the cage door, her body tense with anticipation. Khloe and Kourtney flanked her, offering words of encouragement and firing her up for the fight ahead.
As the buzzer sounded, Kim burst into the ring like a raging bull, her eyes locked on her opponents. Dolly, quick to react, barked out orders to her teammates, commanding Emily to shift her focus to Kim while Natalie took over the attack on Kylie.
Emily, ever the obedient soldier, immediately ceased her assault on Kylie and turned her attention to Kim, who was barreling towards her at full speed. Natalie, meanwhile, slipped seamlessly into Emily's place, her blows raining down on Kylie with the same ferocity as her teammate.
Dolly, now free to focus on Kris, turned her full attention to her prone opponent, her fists flying as she unleashed a torrent of blows. Kris groaned in pain, struggling to defend herself as Dolly's onslaught continued.
The crowd watched in awe as the battle raged on, the intensity of the match reaching new heights with each passing moment. Team Kris was on the ropes, their backs against the wall, but they weren't about to give up without a fight.
Despite Emily's height advantage, Kim refused to be intimidated. With her thick and powerful physique, she was a force to be reckoned with, and she knew it.
As Emily lunged towards her, Kim used her weight to her advantage, sidestepping the attack and throwing her full weight into a devastating shoulder tackle. Emily stumbled backwards, momentarily stunned by the impact.
Kim wasted no time in pressing her advantage, wrapping her arms around Emily's waist and lifting her off the ground. She slammed Emily down onto the mat with a thunderous suplex, the force of the move reverberating throughout the arena.
Emily gasped for breath, her body struggling to recover from the brutal assault. Kim, however, was far from finished. She straddled Emily's chest, raining down blows with her fists as the crowd roared its approval.
Despite the odds, Kim was proving to be a formidable opponent, her strength and determination giving Team Dolly pause. The match was far from over, and Kim was just getting started.
With a savage glint in her eye, Kim honed in on Emily's weakness—her injured shoulder. She delivered a series of punishing blows, each strike causing Emily to grimace in pain.
But Kim wasn't satisfied with simply punching her opponent's shoulder. She wanted to inflict as much damage as possible, to make Emily suffer. And so, with a primal snarl, Kim sunk her teeth into Emily's shoulder, causing the woman to scream in agony. Kim clung on tight, shaking her head like a pitbull with a bone, her teeth digging deeper and deeper into the soft flesh.
Finally, when Emily's cries had become little more than hoarse sobs, Kim released her hold. But she wasn't finished yet. She grabbed Emily by the injured shoulder and began slamming it into the mat, over and over again, each impact more brutal than the last.
The crowd watched in stunned silence, the sheer brutality of Kim's assault taking their breath away. Emily lay limp on the mat, her body battered and broken, as Kim stood over her, her chest heaving with exertion and satisfaction.
As Kim stood triumphant over Emily's broken body, the arena erupted in a cacophony of noise. From the Team Kris cage, cheers and shouts of encouragement rang out, their voices echoing through the arena.
But from the Team Dolly cage, there were only screams of protest, their anger and frustration boiling over at the brutal beating their teammate had endured. Martie, in particular, was incensed, her face contorted in rage as she watched Kim gloat over Emily's defeated form.
With a battle cry, Martie launched herself, hurtling towards Kim with a lightning-fast superman punch. The blow connected with Kim's jaw, sending her reeling backwards and into the waiting arms of Natalie.
Natalie, sensing an opportunity, quickly dragged Kim away from Martie, putting some much-needed distance between the two fighters. But Kim was far from finished, her eyes blazing with fury as she struggled to free herself from Natalie's grip.
The match had taken a dramatic turn, and both teams knew that the next few moments could determine the outcome of the fight.
Martie's heart sank as she saw the state of her teammate. Emily was a mess, her body battered and broken from Kim's brutal assault. Instinctively, Martie moved to comfort her, her face softening with concern.
But Dolly would have none of it. She snapped at Martie, her voice sharp and unforgiving. "Focus on Kylie!" she barked, her gaze steely and unyielding.
Martie swallowed hard, her eyes darting between Emily and Kylie. She knew that Dolly was right—there was no time for sentimentality, not in a match as brutal and unforgiving as this one.
With a grim nod, Martie turned her attention to Kylie, who was struggling to get to her feet after Natalie's onslaught. Martie knew that she needed to act quickly if she wanted to turn the tide of the match in Team Dolly's favor.
But as she moved towards Kylie, she couldn't help but cast one last glance at Emily, her heart heavy with worry and regret.
Miranda burst into the ring with a fierce determination, her eyes locked on Kylie. With Team Dolly now enjoying a five-on-four advantage, she knew that they needed to capitalize on their advantage if they wanted to turn the tide of the match.
She quickly surveyed the scene, her gaze lingering on Emily's battered form for just a moment before she turned her attention to Kylie. The youngest Kardashian was struggling to regain her footing, her ankle still injured from Emily's earlier attack.
"Take care of your sister," Miranda barked at Emily, her voice brooking no argument. "I've got Kylie."
And with that, Miranda launched herself at Kylie, her fists flying as she unleashed a relentless barrage of blows. Kylie tried to defend herself, but she was outmatched, her body already weakened from the earlier attacks.
Miranda showed no mercy, her face a mask of cold determination as she continued her assault. She knew that every blow counted, every moment of pain she inflicted brought Team Dolly one step closer to victory.
The camera zoomed in on Kylie's torn and tattered bikini, the remnants of what once was a pristine and sexy outfit now nothing more than shreds of fabric clinging desperately to her body. Her hair, once perfectly styled, was now a disheveled mess, strands of it floating through the air like a sad reminder of what she once was.
Meanwhile, Natalie had Kim exactly where she wanted her, pinned between the cage wall and the ropes, her plump backside protruding outward and filling the jumbo screen overhead. The crowd let out a collective gasp, their eyes glued to the image of Kim's curvaceous figure on display for all to see.
Natalie smirked, savoring the moment before she delivered a swift and brutal kick to Kim's exposed rear end. Kim howled in pain, her body writhing as she tried to escape the humiliating position.
But Natalie was relentless, her attacks coming faster and harder as she sought to break Kim's will. This was no longer just a match—it was a battle of dominance, and Natalie was determined to come out on top.
Emily, fueled by a mix of rage and determination, stepped up to take over from Natalie. Her eyes locked on Kim's exposed backside, and a cruel smile spread across her face. Without hesitation, she began kicking Kim's rear end with all the strength she could muster, each blow punctuated by Kim's anguished cries.
Elsewhere in the ring, Martie had her sights set on Kendall, her attacks coming hard and fast as she sought to overwhelm the Kardashian. Kendall tried to defend herself, but Martie's relentless assault was too much, and soon she was on the mat, gasping for air.
Natalie, meanwhile, had joined forces with Dolly to take on Kris, the two women working in perfect tandem as they battered their opponent with a barrage of punches and kicks. Kris tried to fight back, but the combined strength of Natalie and Dolly was too much for her, and she was quickly reduced to a battered and broken mess.
The arena was filled with the sounds of grunts, screams, and the thuds of bodies hitting the mat. It was a brutal, unforgiving battle, and Team Dolly was determined to come out on top.
The tension in the arena was palpable as the 10-second timer counted down. Dolly knew that another opponent was about to enter the fray, and she ordered Natalie to get ready. But Kris had other plans.
Despite the overwhelming odds against her, Kris refused to let Natalie escape, clinging tightly to her as the younger woman struggled to break free. Kris knew that she couldn't win the two-on-one fight against Dolly and Natalie, but she was determined to do as much damage as she could before the next opponent arrived.
As Dolly rained blows down on Kris, the older woman gritted her teeth and held on, refusing to let go of Natalie. Every blow hurt, but Kris refused to cry out, channeling all her strength into keeping Natalie from escaping.
Finally, the timer hit zero, and Khloe Kardashian came charging into the ring, a look of fierce determination on her face. She knew that her mother was in trouble, and she was determined to do whatever it took to save her.
The arena erupted in chaos as Natalie finally broke free from Kris's grasp, just as Khloe entered the ring. It seemed that the two women were destined to clash, their bodies hurtling towards each other in a flurry of motion.
But Miranda had other plans. In a split-second decision, she paused her assault on Kylie, just long enough to trip Khloe as she passed by. Khloe stumbled, caught off guard by the unexpected attack, and before she could recover, Natalie was on her, jumping onto her back and sending them both crashing to the mat.
Miranda, having taken her attention off Kylie, was caught off guard as the youngest Kardashian rallied, renewed by the fresh entrant from her team. Kylie seized the opportunity and began to beat on Miranda, her blows landing with a ferocity that belied her earlier weakness.
The arena was a blur of motion, bodies crashing into each other, fists flying, and screams echoing off the walls. It was anyone's match at this point, with Team Dolly and Team Kris locked in a brutal, back-and-forth battle for supremacy.
While the chaos unfolded in the ring, Carrie and Kourtney were locked away in their respective cages, separated by just a few feet of metal bars. They couldn't physically engage with each other, but that didn't stop them from exchanging heated words and fierce glares.
The two women continued to taunt and threaten each other, their bodies tense with anticipation. They both knew that when their time came to enter the ring, they would have to back up their words with action.
The seconds ticked by, the roar of the crowd a constant backdrop to their standoff. Both women knew that they were the last two fighters left on their respective teams, and the outcome of the match would likely rest on their shoulders.
The arena held its breath as Kris managed to gain the upper hand in her battle against Dolly. With a surge of strength, Kris hoisted Dolly up, positioning her for a devastating top rope suplex.
Dolly struggled and writhed, her body twisting and contorting as she fought to break free. But Kris was determined, her face a mask of concentration as she adjusted her grip, cupping Dolly's enormous tits and lifting her into the air.
The crowd gasped as Kris completed the move, Dolly's body crashing down onto the mat with a sickening thud. It was clear that the suplex had broken Dolly in half, her body limp and lifeless as she lay on the mat.
But the move had taken its toll on Kris as well, the older woman collapsing to her knees, gasping for breath as she struggled to recover. Both women were spent, their bodies pushed to the limit in the brutal battle for supremacy.
The match had reached a critical turning point, and it was clear that anything could happen in the coming moments.
Dolly and Kris lay motionless on the canvas, their bodies battered and broken from the brutal fight. With the other members of their teams preoccupied with their own battles, neither woman could expect any assistance.
Carrie, the last remaining member of Team Dolly, saw an opportunity in Kris's weakened state. She made her way down to the ring, her eyes fixed on the fallen woman, ready to finish what her teammates had started.
Kourtney, still locked in her cage, screamed and cursed at Carrie, her anger and frustration boiling over as she watched the woman make her way towards her mother. She knew that Carrie's intentions were clear—to finish off Kris once and for all.
But Kourtney was powerless to intervene, forced to wait out the remaining two minutes of her cage time before she could enter the ring. She could only watch and yell, her fists clenched tight. Carrie charged towards Kris with a singular focus, wasting no time in launching her assault. She grabbed Kris by the hair, tossing her towards the cage wall with a vicious sneer. Kris's body crashed against the unforgiving metal with a sickening thud, her cries of pain drowned out by the roar of the crowd.
With Kris now trapped between the ropes and the cage wall, Carrie wrapped her arms around Kris's neck, setting her up for a devastating DDT. With a swift motion, Carrie slammed Kris's head into the canvas, the force of the move causing Kris's body to snap in half like a ragdoll.
Carrie smiled triumphantly as she surveyed her handiwork, Kris's body lying limp and broken in her lap. It was the outcome she had hoped for, the culmination of her team's brutal assault on the Kardashian matriarch.
But just as Carrie was about to revel in her victory, the timer on Kourtney's cage reached zero. With a deafening roar, Kourtney burst onto the scene, her face a mask of fury as she charged towards Carrie.
As the match entered its final stage, the stakes had never been higher. The twelve women, all battered and bruised from the intense battle that had unfolded over the past 25 minutes, were now locked inside the cage. Only one submission stood between them and victory.
Kourtney, fueled by rage and a desire for revenge, charged towards Carrie, her claws extended and ready to tear into her opponent. But just as she was about to make contact, Dolly sprang into action, catching Kourtney in a powerful side slam that sent shockwaves through the arena.
The move was a thing of beauty, executed with the precision and force of a true professional wrestler. The impact was so great that even The Rock would have been impressed, the sound of Kourtney's body hitting the mat echoing throughout the arena.
Dolly stood over her fallen opponent, a fierce gleam in her eye as she surveyed the damage she had inflicted. She knew that the match was far from over, but for that moment, she had turned the tide in Team Dolly's favor.
The arena was abuzz with excitement as the bikini tops of both Dolly and Kourtney popped off in the aftermath of Dolly's powerful side slam. But Dolly didn't miss a beat, continuing her assault on Kourtney with a steely determination.
Meanwhile, in the other ring, Emily and Martie had worked together to deliver a devastating powerbomb to Kim and Kendall, the impact of the move sending shockwaves through the arena. The sisters were slammed into each other back first, their bodies crumpling as they hit the canvas.
Natalie, on the other hand, had taken a different approach with Kylie, climbing to the top turnbuckle and bullying the youngest Kardashian. But it was clear that Natalie had something bigger in mind, as she and her sisters perched atop the cage, their eyes scanning the arena for their next move.
The crowd held their breath, knowing that the women were about to unleash something truly spectacular. Whatever they had planned, it was sure to be a show-stopping moment that would leave the arena buzzing for days to come.
Martie and Emily positioned themselves strategically on the top of the 15 ft high cage. With the assistance of Natalie below, they pulled Kylie up by her arms, each woman using her strength to lift the youngest Kardashian towards them.
The move was not only an impressive display of teamwork, but also a calculated risk, as Emily's injured shoulder was still a concern. But the sisters were determined to make their mark on the match, and they were willing to take whatever risks were necessary to achieve their goal.
As Kylie hung suspended between Martie and Emily, the crowd could only watch in awe, wondering what kind of incredible move the sisters had in store. It was clear that they had been planning something truly spectacular, something that would push the limits of what was possible in the ring.
The anticipation was palpable, the tension in the arena reaching a fever pitch as the women prepared to execute their master plan.
Kylie's screams filled the arena as Martie and Emily took their positions, sitting on her ankles to keep her legs spread as far apart as possible. Natalie, meanwhile, pinned Kylie's wrists against the cage wall, ensuring that she had no chance of escaping the brutal attack that was about to unfold.
Kylie's face was contorted in pain and fear as she dangled upside down from the top of the cage, her body suspended between Martie and Emily. Her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as the women showed no signs of relenting, their faces a mask of cold determination.
Martie, with a sadistic gleam in her eye, took hold of Kylie's injured ankle, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she wrenched it with all her might. The sound of bones cracking and popping filled the air, and Kylie's screams reached a fever pitch as she writhed in agony.
The crowd watched in horror as the attack unfolded, their eyes glued to the gruesome spectacle. It was clear that Martie, Emily, and Natalie were intent on inflicting as much pain as possible, and Kylie was the unfortunate victim of their brutal assault.
In the other ring, Dolly and Carrie were unleashing their fury on Kris and Kourtney, raining down a barrage of kicks and stomps that left the two women writhing in pain. Dolly's eyes were fixed on the scene, her voice booming across the arena as she called out instructions to Martie, Emily, and Natalie.
"Hurt her more! Break her down, mentally and physically!" Dolly bellowed, her voice dripping with venom.
The sisters needed no further encouragement, their attacks on Kylie growing even more brutal and sadistic with each passing moment. But just as they were about to deliver the final blow, Dolly caught sight of Kim sneaking up behind Natalie, ready to launch her own attack.
Dolly's eyes widened in horror as she realized that it was too late to warn Natalie, and she watched in despair as Kim's attack connected, sending Natalie crashing into the cage with a sickening thud.
The impact was devastating, and Natalie crumpled to the ground, her body a broken and battered mess. Kim stood over her, a smug smile on her face as she surveyed the damage she had inflicted.
Dolly moved with lightning speed as she charged towards Kim, intent on stopping her before she could inflict any more damage on Natalie. But Kim was relentless, her stomps falling with deadly accuracy as she tried to stamp Natalie out of existence.
Carrie, sensing the danger, abandoned her assault on Kris and Kourtney and raced to join the fray. The sudden movement caused the cage to rattle, throwing Martie off balance and forcing her to release Kylie's ankle.
Kylie, still dangling upside down, seized the opportunity and sank her teeth into Martie's shin, causing the older woman to cry out in pain. Emily, quick to react, stood up and grabbed Kylie's bikini straps, trying to pull her up.
The arena was a blur of motion, bodies colliding and crashing into each other as the battle raged on. It was a brutal, chaotic scene, with each woman fighting for their lives and the survival of their team.
Amidst the chaos, Dolly reached Kim and tackled her to the ground, the two women rolling and grappling with each other as they fought for dominance.
As Carrie raced towards the fray, Kendall appeared out of nowhere, intercepting her and engaging her in a fierce battle. The two women traded blows, their bodies slamming into each other with brutal force as they struggled for dominance.
Meanwhile, Kris and Kourtney were slowly recovering from the beating they had taken, trying to clear their heads and tend to their wounds. But they knew that they couldn't afford to stay down for long, as the battle around them continued to rage.
At the top of the cage, Kylie was putting up a valiant fight against Martie and Emily. Despite her injuries, she was determined to go down swinging, and she unleashed a flurry of punches, elbows, and slaps that sent the sisters reeling.
Kylie knew that she couldn't last much longer, but she was determined to take the sisters down with her. With a final surge of strength, she prepared herself for one last blast, a desperate move.
Kylie launched herself at Martie and Emily, her body flying through the air as she unleashed a devastating double clothesline
Time seemed to stand still as Kylie, Martie, and Emily plummeted towards the floor outside the cage. Every eye in the arena was fixed on the scene, some watching in horror as the women collided with the ground in a sickening thud.
The impact was brutal, their bodies hitting the floor with such force that they didn't even bounce. They lay there, motionless and silent, their barely-covered bodies forming a twisted, tangled heap on the ground.
The silence in the arena was deafening, the shock of what had just happened still sinking in. But it was soon broken by a piercing scream from Kris, as she charged towards her closest opponent, her face contorted with rage and grief.
The crowd erupted once more into a frenzy as the match continued, the remaining women fighting with renewed vigor and determination.
The unconscious bodies of the three women remained on the floor, a grim reminder of the brutal and unforgiving nature of the fight.
Kim was quick to capitalize on the chaos, landing a solid back elbow on Dolly before swiftly moving on to Natalie, locking her in a punishing submission hold. Dolly, stunned by the blow, struggled to regain her footing as she watched her teammate suffer.
Meanwhile, Kris's wrath was unleashed upon Miranda, her fury driving her forward with a relentless assault. Miranda tried to defend herself, but Kris was too strong and too determined, her attacks landing with brutal precision.
Carrie, outnumbered and alone, found herself in a hopeless situation as Kourtney, Khloe, and Kendall dragged her to the other ring. She fought with everything she had, but it was clear that she was no match for the combined strength of the Kardashian sisters.
They surrounded her, their bodies pressing in from all sides as they launched a relentless barrage of kicks and punches. Carrie tried to cover up, but it was no use—she was at their mercy, and they showed no signs of relenting.
As the battle raged on, it was clear that the tide had turned in favor of Team Kardashian. With two of their opponents out of the fight and the remaining women struggling to keep up, victory seemed within reach.
Dolly's heart sank as she watched her teammates suffer brutal attacks from the Kardashians. Despite her best efforts to break free from Kim's hold, she could do nothing to stop the onslaught.
Carrie's body crashed to the mat with three powerbombs, the impact leaving her limp and defeated. And as Miranda was thrown into the cage entrance door, the sound of metal twisting and breaking filled the arena, her body contorting in a gruesome display.
Just when Dolly thought things couldn't get any worse, she felt the grasp of the Kardashian sisters as they dragged her away from the fray. She was powerless to resist as they pummeled her with kicks and stomps, their relentless attack leaving her battered and bruised.
She tried holding onto Natalie, but the hold was broken.
Natalie tapped.
The realization hit Dolly like a ton of bricks—Natalie's submission meant that Team Dolly had lost the match. The fight was over, and the Kardashians had emerged victorious.
Dolly's shoulders slumped in defeat as she struggled to catch her breath. The pain in her body was overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to the sting of losing.
The Kardashians, meanwhile, were jubilant, their victory cries ringing out across the arena. They had proven themselves to be the superior team, their strength, skill, and determination carrying them to victory.
Dolly watched as they celebrated, her heart heavy with disappointment. She had given her all in the ring, but it hadn't been enough. The match had been intense and grueling, with both teams pushing themselves to the limit.
Dolly looked around at her fallen teammates: Natalie, her body slumped face down on the mat as she cried uncontrollably. The emotion of the match had been overwhelming, and the disappointment of losing it for her side hit her hard; Carrie's body was a wreck after enduring three brutal powerbombs from the Kardashian sisters. Each impact had sent shockwaves through her body, leaving her battered and bruised.
She lay on the mat, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Every movement sent waves of pain coursing through her muscles, and she knew that the damage was severe. Miranda's body was a twisted mess, hanging half in and half out of the broken cage door. The impact of being thrown into it had been brutal, leaving her battered and bruised.
Despite their battered bodies and aching limbs, Team Kris managed to pick themselves up and celebrate their victory. They were euphoric, the thrill of the win coursing through their veins. But their joy was tempered by the knowledge that Kylie had been injured in the match.
As they took one last glance back at the cage, they saw the defeated team lying motionless on the mat, their bodies a testament to the brutal nature of the match. But Team Kris had no time to gloat—their main concern was getting to Kylie and making sure she was alright.
With a final burst of energy, the team dragged themselves up the ramp and out of the arena, their bodies screaming in protest with every step. They knew that the road to recovery would be long and difficult, but for now, all that mattered was ensuring that Kylie was safe and receiving the medical attention she needed.
As they disappeared backstage, the crowd erupted in cheers and applause, celebrating the epic match that had just unfolded. It had been a battle for the ages, one that would go down in history as a true test of strength, skill, and determination.
