Dua Lipa vs Taylor Swift - No Holds Barred Ring FightDua’s head whipped back and forth as Taylor pinned her against the ropes and walloped her with a series of stinging lefts and rights.
“Unghh…Ungh…Ungh…” the brunette grunted as each fresh blow exploded.
The fight so far had been very even but things were starting to spiral out of control. Taylor’s eyes narrowed as she saw an opportunity to put away her rival.
Just then the bell rang, ending the round and perhaps saving Dua from being knocked out.
The brunette stumbled into her corner, whereas Taylor raised her arms in the air prompting the crowd to give her a huge ovation before she marched triumphantly into her corner.
Megan Thee Stallion was in Dua’s corner and splashed her with water, trying to get the brunette to shake the cobwebs.
“Come on girl, you gonna let this skinny little blonde have her way wit chu” Meagan implored her fighter. “You gotta assert yourself and beat that bitch down”.
Meagan wasn’t just offering verbal support though. While massaging Dua she slipped a roll of quarters in one of Dua’s taped fists. Dua accepted the gift with gratitude, knowing she needed an equalizer.
The ring bell struck, signalling the start of the eight round of this taped-fist, no holds barred fight. A weary Dua lifted herself to her feet and marched to the centre of the ring.
The match picked up where it left off with the quicker Taylor catching Dua with a couple more lefts and rights, the sweat flying off the brunette as she caught the punches.
That’s when Taylor got a little too cocky though and got in close to Dua looking for a match-ending upper cut. Instead she got a loaded punch from Dua right on the bottom of her own chin.
Taylor immediately knew something was wrong. She had caught her fair share of shots from Dua over the course of the first eight rounds but this was different. She tried to get her bearings and say something to the ref but, before she could do so, she got tagged again. Her jaw exploded with pain and she turned her back on Dua, walking in pot holes towards her corner.
Like a jackal, Dua pursued her, grabbing a handful of Taylor’s sweaty blonde hair and running her into the corner with a violent impact.
Meanwhile Meagan jumped onto the ring apron, distracting the referee and giving Dua a chance to throw away the roll of quarters. The crowd groaned in protest but it didn’t count unless the ref saw it.
Meanwhile Dua used her hold on Taylor’s hair to slam the blonde’s forehead into the top turnbuckle over and over…seven…eight…nine…ten times in a row. If the loaded punches had not already concussed Taylor, the turnbuckle slams certainly did. Swift sunk to her knees facing the ring post, while Dua wrapped her arms around Taylor’s chest, constricting her in a sitting reverse bear hug.
The blonde moaned in pain as Dua squeezed her ferociously; her strong, sinewed arms preventing Taylor’s lungs from expanding. Dua clung to Taylor like glue, skin on skin, grinding her chin into the side of Taylor’s neck and just squeezing her into oblivion.
Taylor’s eyebrows arched and a look of supreme pain etched itself on her face as she suffered in the bear hug.
Twisting her body, Swift managed to spin herself out of the corner but Dua stuck to her like white on rice and maintained the reverse bear hug while Taylor was flattened onto the canvas, Dua plastered on her back.
“Ask her ref” Dua ordered the official.
“Taylor? Taylor can you hear me? Do you submit” the ref asked.
Swift might very well have submitted at this point but the force of Dua’s grip around her chest prevented her from making any coherent sounds. She could only moan and writhe in pain.
Finally when she had her fill, Dua released Taylor and the blonde immediately curled into a fetal position hugging her bruised ribs.
Any relief Taylor had was short lived though as Dua wrapped her long legs tightly around the blonde’s head, clamping on a figure four head scissors. Dua wiggled until her thighs were pressed unbelievably tightly around Taylor’s long, slender neck, putting maximum pressure on Swift’s carotid artery and blocking the flow of blood to her brain.
“Oh now you’re really fucked blondie,”
Dua crowed victoriously as she saw all the fight drain out of Taylor as her python-like legs strangled her into oblivion.
Pushing herself up into a sit up position, Dua then started slamming Taylor’s head, still wrapped up in the figure four, into the hard mat over and over, further concussing Swift. BAM! BAM! BAM! The canvas shook as Dua rammed Taylor’s forehead into the mat mercilessly.
Dua could easily have pinned the blonde now, Taylor was dazed into the point of obviviousness, drool running out of the corner of her mouth. But Dua wasn’t satisfied yet.
Skip ahead to ten minutes later…
Dua was targeting Taylor’s arms. She had clamped on a hammerlock and was viciously jamming the blonde’s right arm further and further up her back. Taylor was lying face down on the canvas as a kneeling Dua inflicted this torture. The brunette would lessen the pressure on the hammerlock a little, providing a brief reprieve, only to once again jam Taylor’s arm to the breaking point over and over. There was nothing Taylor could do but bite her lip and cry as this torture continued.
Finally Dua got up and just started curb stomping Taylor’s right shoulder repeatedly, her foot repeatedly driving down on Taylor’s slender shoulder. Taylor howled in pain.
Satisfied after a while, Dua grabbed Taylor by a handful of sweaty blonde hair before matching her into the ropes. Wrapping Taylor’s right arm over the ropes, Dua started viciously yanking on it over and over, using the ring rope as a weapon to further brutalize Taylor’s already damaged right arm.
“OK, enough with the right arm, let’s start on the left!” taunted a pitiless Dua Lipa as Taylor moaned in despair.
Ten minutes after…
Taylor is trapped in the ring corner, her arms draped over the bottom ropes. Dua is positioned in front of her, her long deadly legs are once again wrapped around Taylor’s neck. Dua can now look the blonde straight on the face though as she throttles the last life out of her.
“Admit I’m better and I might let you breathe Taylor,” Dua demanded.
An utterly demoralized Taylor gave in right away…”better…you, you’re b-better…I give..please…”
Dua laughed triumphantly, before tightening the vice-like grip of her legs around Taylor’s neck. “You know your problem bitch? You don’t listen. Now say clearly ‘ Dua Lipa is better than Taylor Swift. A better singer. A better dancer. Better looking. And, obviously, a better fighter. Go on. Say it!”
Taylor wasn’t saying anything though. The garrotte around her neck had go on for too long and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.
“Oopsie daisy! Looks like I broke my Barbie!” Dua giggled.
The ref finally, mercifully called the end of the match and Dua reluctantly unwrapped her legs from around Taylor’s throat, letting Swift crumple bonelessly onto the mat.
Her ordeal was far from over though. Grabbing a studded leather dog collar and leash from Meagan, Dua clasped it snugly around the prone Taylor’s neck, before locking it and claiming ownership of her. She then proceeded to use some jump ropes to tie Taylor’s hands behind, then her feet. Swift wouldn’t be going anywhere soon.
Meagan picked up the unconscious blonde and slung her over her shoulder. As they walked up the ramp into the backstage area, Dua trash talked Swift the whole time, promising her the beating she had just given out to the blonde was nothing compared to the sexual domination that awaited her. “I am going to fuck your brains out Tay-Tay. You are going to be a sweaty, broken mess when I am done with you. You’re not even going to remember what day it is or what your name is. You’re going to my plaything for as long as I want,” she proclaimed, slapping Taylor’s ass as they slipped behind the curtains.
