Ariana Grande vs Olivia Rodrigo

Alright, assholes, listen up! Ariana Grande, the pint-sized dynamo, is squaring off against Olivia Rodrigo. Ariana’s had a crap year, but she’s out for redemption.
The bell rings, and Ariana’s like a hurricane. She charges Olivia, fists flying. Whap! Whap! Olivia winces as her tits take a beating. Then, BAM, a right cross catches her in the mouth. The shock is clear on her face.
“Take that, b*tch!” Ariana yells, her fists relentless. Olivia stumbles, taking a left to the cheek. Ariana might be tiny, but she’s got some serious power, and she’s all over Olivia. Olivia’s more shocked than hurt, her chest heaving from the blows. The bell rings, and Ariana wins this round on points, but it’s close.


Round 2:

Olivia’s on the back foot, trying to keep away from Ariana. Ari had a strong round against Lily Collins and decides to work the body.
“You’re not ready for this!” Ariana yells, driving Olivia back with jabs to her sides, her legs shaking with each hit. Bam! Bam! Grande grunts as she catches a right from Rodrigo. She ducks Olivia’s next wild swing and counters with a vicious uppercut that connects under Olivia’s chin.
“Unnh! Huff!” Olivia grunts, her eyes wide with pain. Ariana’s relentless, pushing Olivia around the ring. Olivia’s struggling to keep up. She can’t believe this has been has managed to win two round against her!

Round 3:

Round three, and Olivia’s finally found her footing. She starts using her reach, jabbing at Ariana from a distance. Ariana’s punches are missing their mark, and Olivia’s taking control.

“Not so tough now, huh?” Olivia sneers, landing a jab to Ariana’s face. *Thud!* “Ooph!” Ariana grunts, stumbling back.

WUMP! She lands a devastating belly blow that lifts Ariana off the canvas. Oof! The crowd gasps as Grande’s jaw drops, clutching her midsection. Rodrigo has another punch ready, but the bell rings. Olivia gives the moaning Ari a boop on the nose, “I got your number, b*tch!” Ariana crumples into her corner, her face red, sobbing from the pain.

Round 4:

Round four starts, and it’s brutal. Olivia bullies Ariana into the ropes.

“Throw in the towel, Grande!” Thud! Ariana’s face twists in agony, her eyes bulging as Olivia’s fist slams into her solar plexus. “Ooph!” she moans, air driven from her lungs. The pain’s heavy and blunt, making her body jerk violently. She can barely breathe, every gasp a struggle.

Thud! Ariana’s face contorts in sheer agony, her eyes nearly popping out as Olivia’s fist buries itself into her solar plexus. “Ooph!” she moans, her breath ripped from her lungs.

Whap! Olivia’s fist crushes Ariana’s spleen. Tears spring to Ariana’s eyes as they clamp shut. “Huff!” she grunts, her body convulsing with the impact. The force feels like it’s tearing her apart from the inside. She’s struggling for every breath, each one a desperate gasp.

“Huff!” Ariana’s eyes are wide, her face twisted in agony. Olivia’s relentless, pounding her into submission. Ariana’s barely hanging on, her legs wobbling, her ponytail flying with every hit. The bell rings, and Olivia wins this round on points, wide. Ariana can barely stand, clutching her midsection. How is she even standing?

Round 5:

The fifth round starts, and Ariana’s in bad shape. Olivia gets back to work.

Thud! Ariana’s face twists in agony, her eyes bulging as Olivia’s fist slams into her solar plexus. “Ooph!” she moans, the air driven from her lungs. The pain’s heavy and blunt, making her body jerk violently. She can barely breathe.

Bam! Olivia targets the liver next. Ariana’s body buckles, her knees almost giving out. Her mouth opens, a primal sound escaping her lips. “Uhn!” The agony in her abdomen is sharp and searing. Her face contorts in unbearable pain.

Olivia goes for the kidney. Thud! Ariana’s back arches, her face a twisted mask of agony. “Ouph!” she yells, her body shuddering violently. It feels like someone’s driving a stake into her side, the pain sharp and relentless. Her legs tremble, barely holding her up.

Womp! Olivia’s fist finds the spleen. Ariana’s eyes squeeze shut, tears forming. “Huff!” she grunts, her body jerking with the impact. The force of the punch sends waves of pain through her side, like she’s been split in two. Her breathing is ragged, each inhale a desperate gasp for air.

Bam! Back to the solar plexus. Ariana’s eyes fly open wide, her mouth agape. “Unnh!” she groans, her body doubling over. The punch knocks the wind out of her, making her feel like she’s drowning. Her chest heaves, desperately trying to suck in air.

WHUD! The final punch, right to the belly. Ariana’s whole body convulses, her eyes rolling back. “Ugh!” she moans, her voice a low, guttural sound. The force drives deep, making her feel like her insides are being crushed. Her face is a portrait of agony, every muscle tensed in pain.

Ari is clearly finished. She’s fighting desperately to stay on her feet, but it’s a losing battle. Her eyes are wide open, her lips parted as she gasps for air. Each breath is a struggle, a painful reminder of the punishment she’s endured. Like at the end of the third round, Olivia has another punch cocked and ready to go, aiming to put the final nail in the coffin.

But before she can unleash it, the referee steps in. Little Ari has had enough. The match is over.
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After:

### Round 5: The Final Moments

Alright, listen up. Ariana Grande is a wreck. She’s gagging, her diaphragm clenched so tight she can’t breathe. Every gasp is a struggle, and it’s all she can do to stay on her feet. Olivia’s walking back to her corner to have her gloves removed, but then she stops and turns back. She’s got that look in her eye, like she’s got one more thing to say.

Ariana’s leaning on the ropes, moaning from the beating she took to the gut. Olivia walks up, towering over her.

“You know,” Olivia says, almost casually, “A lot of people think it’s admirable that you keep coming back. That you keep fighting.”

She looks Ariana up and down, taking in the sight of the sweaty, beaten mess before her. “Well, they’re wrong. All I see is a used sex-doll trying to stay relevant.”

### Round 5: The Final Humiliation

Alright, assholes, here’s the brutal finish. Ariana’s barely hanging on, her body wrecked, her diaphragm locked up, and gasping for air. Olivia Rodrigo isn’t done though. She strides over, shoves a glove behind Ariana’s neck, and drags her to the center of the ring.

Olivia drops her shoulder, her right fist cocked and ready. “God damn vampire!” she snarls, putting her full weight into a devastating uppercut. *THUMP!* Ariana’s eyes go wide as the punch violates her poor tummy. Her body shudders from the impact, her legs kicking involuntarily. Her arms hang loose at her sides, and her eyes slowly close as she slips into unconsciousness.

Olivia stands over her, victorious and unapologetically ruthless. The crowd goes wild, witnessing the total and utter destruction of Ariana Grande.