FFC: Livvy Dunne vs Gabi Fuller (Shirts and Skins)

Livvy Dunne (1-0-0) vs Gabi Fuller (1-0-0) (Shirts and Skins)
Written by CountryMouse / Results Lookout!

Somewhere in international waters. FFC’s private yacht has laid anchor.

JR, towering over the petite Ariana Grande, turns to her, her red dress catching the sunlight, and drawls, "Well, Ariana, let me tell you, this here's a Shirts and Skins match. Two young women start with shirts, one of them leaves with nothing but skin.”

Ariana, looking up at JR, quips, "So it's like, 'WWE meets Fashion Week'? Why am I here, JR?"

JR grins, "It's entertainment, pure and simple!"

Ellie Thumann stands in the sand laid out by the pool for the artificial beach. She coaches both girls, shouts encouragement, "Livvy, channel your inner Rocky! Gabi, this is your moment, seize it with grace and power!"

Round 1

Livvy and Gabi face off, both wearing long sleeve t-shirts that stop at their belly buttons, no bras, and skimpy bikini bottoms that highlight their lean toned legs and bare feet. Livvy takes a low stance; Gabi mirrors her.

Livvy makes the first move, attempting a takedown. Gabi counters, twisting, reaching for Livvy's shirt. Livvy drives forward, gripping Gabi's shirt.

"Girl, that's my fave shirt you're tearing!" Gabi complains.

"And you're all up in my grill!" Livvy retorts.

They grapple, each fighter struggling for control.

"Use your legs, Gabi! Livvy, find your equilibrium, but don't lose your edge!" Ellie coaches.

The round ends, the fighters disengage.

Livvy has won the round on points. Gabi's strength are not to be underestimated.

The crowd is on its feet. JR turns to Ariana, "Business is about to pick up, Ariana. This is just the beginning!"

Ariana smirks, "I admit it’s entertaining."

Round 2:

Gabi adopts a more aggressive stance. Livvy moves with caution, her face showing reluctance.

JR leans in, his voice filled with the seasoned wisdom of a wrestling commentator, "Ariana, let me tell you something about Livvy. That girl's got fire. She's not just a pretty face in a torn shirt. She's a tactician, a strategist. She knows how to use her body, her mind, and her will to win. She's not just fighting Gabi; she's fighting her own reluctance, her own discomfort. And that, my dear, is what makes her a true warrior. She's not the villain here; she's a competitor, a fighter, and a symbol of what it means to push beyond your limits."

Ariana, the tiny figure next to the towering JR, looks at Livvy, her eyes filled with newfound respect, "I never thought of it that way, JR."

Gabi attempts a takedown. Livvy tries to counters with a single-leg but finds herself caught in Gabi's clinch.

"Ouch, Gabi! You’re hurting my arm!!" Livvy complains.

"Then stop twisting so much!" Gabi retorts, driving Livvy to the sand.

They grapple, Gabi's hands gripping Livvy's shirt. Livvy struggles, her movements desperate.

"Use your technique, Livvy! Gabi, watch your balance!" Ellie coaches.

In a sudden, decisive move, Gabi's fingers find a weak point in Livvy's shirt. Her blue eyes flash with determination, and her muscles tense as she grips the fabric tightly. With a powerful, forceful yank…

RIIIP! she tears the back panel of Livvy's shirt, the fabric giving way with a sharp, jarring sound.

The tiny gymnast takes a moment to examine her torn shirt, the fabric hanging loosely, her face a mix of anger and embarrassment. Her fingers touch the torn fabric, then move to her exposed, tanned shoulder blade.

Livvy's face turns red with anger, "Hey! Watch it, Gabi! What are you doing?"

“Well, maybe if you'd stop squirming so much,” the Elite Cheerleader snapped back, lI wouldn't have to pull so hard!"

Ellie Thumann, coaching from the sidelines, interjects with wisdom, "Livvy, don't let it get to you! Keep going!”

Round 3:

Livvy and Gabi circle each other, eyes locked, each aware of the stakes. Their bare legs move with precise grace, a dance of strength and agility.

Livvy feints, attempting to draw Gabi in. Gabi counters, her movements powerful but less refined. They grapple, their bodies entwined, each fighter struggling for control.

"Watch the arm, Livvy! That hurts!" Gabi exclaims as Livvy attempts a hold.

"You think that's bad? Try this!" Livvy retorts, tightening her grip.

In a sudden move, Livvy's hands find Gabi's sleeve. With a powerful yank, she rips it from the shoulder seam.

Shriiip! The fabric tears with a raw noise, the silky skin of Gabi's toned arm is exposed. The sleeve hangs limply off of her shoulder and wrist.


Gabi stumbles, losing her balance, and falls on her butt. Giggles erupt from the other girls watching, but Gabi's face is a mask of shock and anger. She takes a moment to look herself over, her eyes narrowing at the sight of her damaged clothing. Her fingers touch the torn fabric, then move to her bare arm.

JR, watching the fight with the keen eye of a seasoned commentator, turns to Ariana, "You see, Ariana, this is where the stakes get higher. It's not just about exposing the girls; it's about the natural aversion to being exposed. The more they tear off, the more personal and intense the fight becomes. Livvy's trying to get inside Gabi's head, and Gabi's fighting back with everything she's got."

Ariana, appalled at the spectacle but fully into the fight, nods, "I can see that now. It's not just about tearing shirts; it's about tearing down each other's defenses, finding the weak points, and exploiting them."

Ellie Thumann, coaching from the sidelines, interjects with wisdom, "Both of you, remember your training! Focus on your wrestling!"

Round 4:

The bell rings, and Gabi, still fuming from the previous round, charges at Livvy with a double leg takedown attempt. Livvy, sensing the aggression, quickly sidesteps and counters with a level change, turning the tables on Gabi.

The cheerleaders anger fuels her momentum, and she manages to clinch Livvy. The gymnast struggles, her technical wrestling skills challenged by Gabi's raw power.

Livvy finds herself on the defensive, attempting to fend off Gabi's relentless attempts to tear into her shirt. Gabi's frustration grows as Livvy's agility keeps her just out of reach.

In a flurry of motion, Gabi manages to bring Livvy to the sand. Livvy's brown eyes widen as she feels Gabi's fingers grip the collar of her shirt. Gabi bares her teeth straining as she pulls with all her might.

Riiip! With a powerful yank, the fabric gives way, tearing with a sharp, raw sound. The smooth bare skin of the tiny gymnast’s collarbone and shoulder are suddenly exposed, the smooth. The shirt hangs precariously, threatening to slip further.

"What the heck Gabi?” Livvy shouts, her voice filled with rage. “You'll pay for that!"

"I'm just getting started!" Gabi retorts, her bright blue eyes eyes flashing.

Round 5:

The bell rings, and both Gabi and Livvy, breathing heavily, their blonde hair disheveled, and skin shiny with perspiration, charge at each other. Their bare legs, unsteady from the previous rounds, move with determination, each fighter aware of the stakes.

Whap! Gabi, flushed with anger, slaps Livvy hard across the face.

"You'll never be half the fighter I am, Gabi!" Livvy snarls, retaliating with a slap of her own. Whap!

Gabi laughs with contempt. "At least I don't have to rely on my looks to get ahead, Livvy!"

Ellie Thumann, coaching both girls from the sidelines, shouts, "Focus, both of you!”

They grapple, their hands reaching for each other's shirts. Gabi's manages to hook her fingers into the fabric of Livvy’s top, her grunting as she prepares to pull. Livvy's eyes widen aware of what's coming but unable to stop it.

"No Gabi, don't!" Livvy begs.

Gabi's face hardens, her voice cold. "Yeah right!”

Riiip! With a merciless yank, Gabi tears the shoulder off Livvy's shirt. The fabric gives way with a sharp, visceral ripping sound. Threads snap, seams burst, and the cloth parts.

Livvy's hand reaches up, her fingers touching the torn fabric, her mind struggling to comprehend the reality of what just happened. Her skin smooth and glistening with sweat.

"You b*tch!" Livvy screams, her voice filled with rage. She dug her fingers into waistband of Gabi's shirt, finding purchase on the soft fabric. A flash of fear crossed Gabi’s face.

"Don't you dare, Livvy!" But it's too late. Livvy tears the fabric with a brutal yank. The pint sized cheerleader does a little spin as the shirt gives way, the material parting to just below her breasts.

Gabi's clenched fists her body trembling with indignation. "How dare you!"

"You're going down, Gabi! You're nothing but a jealous loser!" Livvy yells.

"In your dreams, Livvy! You're all talk and no substance!" Gabi retorts.

They pause for a moment, their chests heaving, their faces flushed. They examine the damage, their hands desperately trying to pull the fabric back in place, their eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. The round ends in chaos, both fighters breathing heavily, their shirts in tatters, their faces marked with exertion and emotion. Livvy's breasts are barely contained, and Gabi's abs glisten with sweat.


Round 6:

Gabi, wild with anger, lashes out at Livvy, her movements uncontrolled and desperate. The fight becomes a whirlwind of slaps, insults, and torn fabric. They pull, tear, and slap, their voices rising in anger and frustration.

"You think you're better than me, Livvy?” Gabi spits, “You're nothing!"

"You're outmatched, and you know it!" Livvy yells back.

"I'll rip that smug look off your face!" Gabi screams, her face twisted with rage.

"You'll have to catch me first, and we both know you can't!" Livvy replies, her voice filled with scorn.

Livvy seizes an opportunity taking hold of the fabric of Gabi’s tattered shirt, her fingers digging into the material, her eyes locked on Gabi's. Gabi's eyes widen, a realization dawning just a moment too late. Livvy pulls with all her might, the fabric stretching, straining.

Shriiip! With a final, triumphant yank, Livvy tears the garment away from Gabi. The shirt comes off in one swift motion, leaving Gabi standing completely bare from the waist up, wearing nothing but a thong. Feeling the heat of everyone's gaze, Gabi let out a yelp and threw her hands over her breasts.

"Wow," Ariana murmurs, her eyes wide as she takes in Gabi's toned and sexy body. She turns to JR, who's standing beside her, and adds with a genuine smile, "Dat body though…”

The ref calls the match, winner Livvy Dunne TKO6! JR raises an eyebrow, caught off guard by Ariana's candid observation, but he can't deny the truth in her words.

After several moments under the scrutiny of the crowd Gabi finally gets her thoughts together. She grins bashfully, feeling all eyes on her. She says, "Nope!" and jumps into the pool with a big splash.

Ariana Grande turns to JR, her eyes wide with disbelief and a hint of concern.

"That was insane," she exclaims, shaking her head. "I mean, I would be so embarrassed. Those poor girls! Why on earth did you make me watch that, JR?"

JR looks at Ariana, his expression serious but with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Because, Ariana," he says, pausing for dramatic effect, "you're going to have the same match with Alexa Demie!"