AGW 1st RD match 5/8: Adeline Rudolph vs Sabrina Carpenter

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ADELINE RUDOLPH (5'9)



vs

SABRINA CARPENTER (5'0)



The overhead lights in the backstage hallway buzzed like agitated wasps, flickering just enough to cast shadows that twitched across Adeline Rudolph's face. She leaned against a concrete pillar, one foot propped behind her, violet bikini straps digging faint pink lines into her shoulders. A smirk played at the corner of her mouth as she watched Sabrina Carpenter stretch against the opposite wall, her toffee-colored bikini glinting under the unreliable fluorescents.

Adeline tilted her head, letting the smirk bloom fully now. "You look tense, cupcake," she said, dragging the word out like taffy. Sabrina's shoulders stiffened mid-stretch, fingers pausing against the cinderblock wall. The fluorescent hum seemed to swell between them.

Sabrina's fingers curled away from the wall, leaving faint, damp streaks on the cinderblock. The 5'0 lady turned slowly, the toffee fabric clinging to her ribs as she took one measured step forward. Then another  toward the 5'9 Mortal Kombat star. Sabrina wasn't scared, but she knew the whispers circulating--how the brackets were practically engraved with Adeline's name already, how Sabrina was just filler before the real matchups began.

Let them underestimate.

*

Sabrina glared up at Adeline from the mat, her palms stinging where they'd slapped the canvas seconds earlier. The crowd's roar was a living thing, pressing against her eardrums as Adeline loomed overhead, violet straps cutting sharp lines against the arena's garish lights. Sabrina's breath got faster--not from fear, but from the sheer fucking *audacity* of how Adeline's smirk hadn't slipped once. Like this was a foregone conclusion. Like Sabrina was already erased.

Adeline's fingers were warm against Sabrina's cheek--not quite a slap, not quite a caress, just the slow, deliberate pat of someone marking territory. The smirk hadn't budged.

The crack of Sabrina's palm against Adeline's cheek echoed like a gunshot in the sudden hush of the arena. Adeline's head snapped to the side, her violet straps slipping off one shoulder as the force of the blow sent her stumbling back a step. The smirk--finally--shattered. For one glorious second, Sabrina saw genuine shock in Adeline's widened eyes before they darkened with something hotter, sharper.

Adeline's hand came down so fast Sabrina barely registered the movement--just the sting blooming across her cheekbone, the way her neck snapped sideways with the force of it. The crowd erupted, a thousand voices cresting like a wave as Adeline's fingers curled into Sabrina's hair, yanking her forward until their foreheads nearly touched. "Cute," Adeline breathed, her voice raw silk over gravel. "You pack a punch for a snack-sized rookie."

The mat smelled like sweat and rubber as Sabrina's back hit it with a thud that knocked the air from her lungs. Adeline loomed over her, violet straps straining against the flex of her shoulders, her breath coming fast through parted lips. The arena lights haloed her silhouette--a wicked angel with smudged eyeliner and knuckles still red from Sabrina's cheekbone.

Adeline took a half-step back, arms loose at her sides--not retreating, just *allowing*. The crowd's noise dipped into a collective inhale. Sabrina's palms flattened against the mat, pushing herself up. The toffee fabric of Sabrina's bikini clung to her ribs as she rose, the faint tremor in her thighs betraying the effort it took to stand when every instinct screamed to stay down.

Sabrina's fists came up--chin tucked, elbows tight, the calloused ridge of her knuckles catching the arena lights. The stance was textbook, but her eyes burned with something far messier than technique. Adeline mirrored her instantly, left foot sliding back, shoulders rolling forward.

Sabrina lunged forward, slipping inside Adeline's guard. Sabrina's fists pistoned into Adeline's stomach, each impact a muffled *thud* that sent jolts through her diaphragm. The first punch stole her breath; the second made her knees buckle.

The third punch sent Adeline stumbling backward--not the graceful, controlled retreat of a fighter regrouping, but the desperate, heel-crushing stagger of someone who'd just felt their ribs scream. The ropes hit her lower back like a snapped guitar string, rebounding her forward just as Sabrina's fourth punch connected with Adeline's lips. Copper bloomed hot against her tongue.

Sabrina's fists were relentless--short, brutal hooks that buried themselves in Adeline's ribs with the dull thud of a butcher tenderizing meat. The crowd's roar dissolved into a single high-pitched whine in Adeline's ears as she hunched against the corner turnbuckle, forearms raised in a feeble guard. Violet fabric rode up her hips where Sabrina's knee pressed in, pinning her against the padded post.

The crowd's roar was a distant thing, muffled beneath the hammering of her own pulse in her ears. Adeline's head snapped back against the turnbuckle pad, her violet straps slipping entirely off one shoulder now, the fabric clinging only by sheer, sweaty luck. Sabrina didn't let up. She couldn't. Not when Adeline's chest heaved like this, not when her smirk had finally, finally been punched into something raw and human.

Sabrina's fingers hooked under the violet strap, digging into Adeline's shoulder--not tearing yet, just twisting the fabric taut between her knuckles. Then the strap snapped the fabric whipping loose as Sabrina's teeth closed--not on flesh, but on the remaining scrap of fabric still clinging to Adeline's collarbone. She yanked her head back, the bikini top unraveling in her teeth like cheap ribbon, spitting it out just as Adeline's bare chest heaved into view, flushed and gleaming under the arena lights.

The fabric tore away with a wet pop, leaving Adeline's chest bare except for the sweat-slicked curve of her breasts and the angry red marks Sabrina's teeth had left on the discarded strap. Sabrina didn't pause--didn't let herself think--just lunged forward, mouth open, and sank her teeth into the swell of Adeline's right breast. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make Adeline gasp, her back arching off the turnbuckle like she'd been electrocuted. The crowd's roar surged, a cacophony of shock and delight, as Sabrina's lips sealed around the taut peak, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise blooming purple beneath the sweat.

Adeline's fingers pulled against Sabrina's scalp.  Sabrina reveled in the hesitation, in the way Adeline's breath came when she flicked her tongue over the nipple, sharp and insistent. The taste of salt and adrenaline coated her tongue, and for a wild second, Sabrina considered biting down properly, leaving a mark that would linger long after the match ended. But then Adeline's knee jerked up, and Sabrina staggered back.

Adeline's fingers shoved past Sabrina's lips before she could snap her teeth shut--two digits sliding deep, the taste of salt and vinyl from her gloves flooding Sabrina's mouth. The gasp that followed wasn't from pain, but from the sheer *violation* of it, the way Adeline's knuckles pressed against her molars like she was trying to pry her jaw apart. Sabrina gagged instinctively, throat convulsing around the intrusion, but Adeline just curled her fingers upward, scraping nails against the roof of her mouth.

Sabrina's vision blurred at the edges, saliva slicking her chin as Adeline's fingers pressed deeper, the vinyl taste turning metallic where her gag reflex scraped skin raw. The mat met her spine with a dull thud, her hips bucking instinctively as Adeline's knee pinned her down--not on her stomach, not in some clean submission hold, but sprawled like a discarded doll, legs splayed, her toffee bikini bottoms riding up dangerously high. The crowd's noise was a distant hum beneath the wet, ragged sounds of her own choking, the way Adeline's fingers withdrew just enough to let her gasp before shoving back in, over and over.

Adeline's laughter was a low, throaty thing--half groan, half triumph--as she watched Sabrina's throat work around her fingers. The arena lights caught the sweat beading along her collarbone, the violet remnants of her bikini top dangling from one shoulder like a battle standard. She flexed her fingers deeper, savoring the way Sabrina's body jerked beneath her, the wet, ragged sounds spilling from her lips as much from defiance as from reflex.

She threw Sabrina to the mat and glared at her while the crowd cheered as Sabrina choked and crawled on all fours.

Adeline's foot connected with Sabrina's like a sledgehammer--once, twice, three times in quick succession--each impact punctuated by the thud of flesh giving way beneath the force. Sabrina's body curled instinctively around the pain as she was coughing up spit onto the mat. The crowd's cheers were a distant roar, white noise beneath the ringing in Sabrina's ears as Adeline grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back until her spine bowed unnaturally.

"Still cute?" Adeline hissed, her breath hot against Sabrina's ear, before she slammed her face-first into the mat.  She barely had time to gasp before Adeline's knee dug into her lower back, pinning her in place like a butterfly under glass.

Adeline's fingers twisted deeper into Sabrina's hair, dragging her across the mat by the roots--slow, deliberate, each inch marked by Sabrina's screams as her knees scraped against the canvas. The crowd's chanting rose in waves, a thousand voices counting along as Adeline hauled her to the center of the ring like a sacrifice. Sabrina's vision swam, the arena lights fracturing into starbursts as Adeline's knee pressed between her shoulder blades, her weight a branding iron.

Adeline's forearm pressed hard against Sabrina's throat, her weight a vise pinning Sabrina's hips flat against the mat. The ref's hand slapped the canvas--*one*--and Sabrina's vision swam with pinpricks of light. *Two*. The count hung in the air like a held breath, Sabrina's fingers scrabbling against Adeline's wrist, her thighs trembling as she arched against the pressure. Then--nothing. The ref's hand froze mid-air as Sabrina's knee jerked up.

Adeline's knuckles cracked against Sabrina's temple again, the sound dull and meaty beneath the crowd's escalating frenzy. Sabrina's body went slack for half a second--just long enough for Adeline to wrench her upright by the fistful of hair still tangled in her grip. The roots screamed, strands tearing loose.

Adeline's forearm crushed Sabrina's windpipe again, the mat fibers imprinting themselves against Sabrina's cheek as the ref's palm hit the canvas--*one*. Sabrina's fingers clawed at Adeline's wrist, not pushing away but digging in. *Two*. The count thundered in Sabrina's skull like a war drum, her hips bucking wildly beneath Adeline's weight, thighs slick with sweat and the sharp sting of torn skin from earlier scrapes. Then--release. Adeline recoiled like she'd been burned, scrambling backward just as Sabrina twisted onto her side.

Adeline's fingers dug into Sabrina's waist like a predator reclaiming its kill, hauling her up with a grunt that vibrated through both their bodies. Sabrina's legs wobbled--not from submission, but from the aftershocks of adrenaline making her muscles twitch like live wires.

Sabrina's teeth sank into Adeline's forearm--the slow, deliberate clamp of a predator shifting tactics. That was all Sabrina needed. She twisted her hips--just enough to shift her center of gravity, just enough to make Adeline's grip falter for half a second, her thighs coiling like springs as she arched backward, using Adeline's own momentum to flip her overhead in a vicious arc.

The overhead lights blurred as Adeline hit the mat back-first, the impact shuddering through her ribs like a tuning fork. Her lungs burned--not just from the throw, but from the sheer exhaustion humming in her veins, turning her muscles to wet cement. Sabrina stumbled back, her chest heaving. Neither of them spoke.

They came up swinging at the same moment--Sabrina's fist a blur of knuckles and Adeline's elbow a sharpened edge--colliding mid-air with a crack that sent shockwaves up both their arms. The crowd's roar dissolved into static as Sabrina's vision narrowed to the pulse thundering in Adeline's throat, the way her lips peeled back from her teeth in something too feral to be called a smile. No technique now, no calculated footwork--just Sabrina's knee driving into Adeline's thigh as Adeline's forehead smashed downward, missing Sabrina's nose by a millimeter and scraping hard against her clavicle instead. The pain was bright, clarifying.

Adeline's fingernails raked down Sabrina's ribs, leaving hot trails beneath the toffee fabric. Sabrina responded by sinking her teeth into the meat of Adeline's shoulder--not a bite, but a *claim*, the pressure just shy of breaking skin. Adeline hissed, her free hand tangling in Sabrina's hair to wrench her head back, but Sabrina rode the motion, using the momentum to pivot and slam her hip into Adeline's gut. They hit the ropes together, the cables snapping taut beneath their combined weight, sending them ricocheting back into the center of the ring like bullets from a barrel.

Sabrina's fist connected with Adeline's solar plexus a half-second before Adeline's knee found Sabrina's inner thigh--each impact drawing identical, ragged gasps. They staggered apart for a breathless second, chests heaving, before Sabrina lunged again into a headbutt that sent white sparks exploding behind both their eyelids.

The mat beneath them was slick with sweat, rubberized canvas sticking to Sabrina's bare back as she rolled, hips twisting mid-motion to avoid Adeline's descending knee. It missed her ribs by a breath, slamming into the mat with a hollow thud. Sabrina didn't hesitate--she lunged up, teeth bared, and caught Adeline's earlobe between them, tugging hard enough to make the taller woman hiss.

They collapsed into each other's arms--not in surrender, but in exhaustion so deep it felt like gravity had doubled. Sabrina's forehead thudded against Adeline's collarbone. Adeline's arms locked around her, fingers digging into the small of Sabrina's back like she was trying to fuse their ribcages. Neither moved. Just held each other.

The sidewalk slam came out of nowhere--Sabrina's arms hooking under Adeline's thighs as she twisted her hips, using every ounce of her 5'0 frame to pivot and *heave*. Adeline's world inverted for a sickening second, the arena lights streaking across her vision like comets, before her shoulders cratered into the mat with a sound like a gunshot. The impact reverberated up her spine, rattling her teeth.

The ref's palm slammed the mat--once, twice--before Adeline's knee jerked up, wedging between their bodies with a desperate heave, forcing her back just enough to break the pin.

Sabrina slapped her hand on the mat in frustration--once, twice, the sound sharp as a whip-crack beneath the crowd's deafening roar. Her palm stung where it hit the canvas, the pain bright and clarifying, but it wasn't enough. Not when Adeline was already rolling away. Sabrina pushed herself up, her knees protesting as she rose.

Sabrina's right hook snapped Adeline's head. The impact reverberated up Sabrina's arm, the sweet spot between her knuckles singing with perfect alignment--not the messy, wild punches of their earlier brawl, but something honed and surgical. Adeline's knees buckled for half a second before falling.

Sabrina hooked an arm beneath one of Adeline's thighs--classic bridging pin, textbook tight. The ref dropped to the canvas beside them, palm raised as Sabrina arched her back, driving every ounce of her weight down. *One.* The count punched through the arena like a piston firing. Adeline's body tensed beneath her, muscles coiling. *Two.* Sabrina could feel the moment Adeline's hips twisted.

Sabrina couldn't believe it. She stood up, ready to deliver another hook.

But Adeline reversed it into a powerbomb position. She nearly put Sabrina through the mat.
The mat rushed up at Sabrina before she could register the shift--Adeline's hands locking around her waist, the sudden weightlessness as her feet left the canvas, and then the brutal, breathtaking plunge downward. The impact tore a scream from her lungs as her spine folded, the force of the powerbomb rippling through her ribs like a shockwave. The arena lights streaked across her vision in jagged lines, the crowd's roar reduced to a tinny ringing in her ears as her body bounced once, twice, before settling limply against the canvas.

Sabrina's body hadn't even finished rebounding from the first impact when Adeline's hands clamped around her waist again--not to pin, but to *launch*. The second powerbomb came faster, harder, Sabrina's spine bending like a branch before snapping back against the mat with a sound that shouldn't have been possible without broken bones. The crowd's collective gasp was a living thing, swelling as Sabrina's limbs splayed like a discarded marionette's, her chest heaving for air that wouldn't come.

The third powerbomb didn't so much drop Sabrina as *erase* her--Adeline's hands a vise around her waist, the world tilting violently as her hips lifted higher than her head, the arena lights streaking past in a dizzying smear of color before her back met the mat with a sound like a car wreck. Every atom in her body screamed. The canvas beneath her felt molten, searing through the toffee fabric of her bikini bottom as she twitched, limbs refusing to obey the frantic signals her brain was firing.

Adeline's knee drove into Sabrina's solar plexus, pinning her to the mat with the full weight of her body. The ref's hand came down--*one*--and Sabrina's vision flickered at the edges, the arena lights dissolving into fractured halos. *Two.* The count punched through the haze in Sabrina's skull, sharp as a knife twist.

*Three.*

The bell clanged overhead. Adeline rolled off her slowly, deliberately, the violet remnants of her bikini clinging to her body. The crowd's roar crested, a thousand voices crashing over them both as Adeline pushed to her feet. She didn't look at Sabrina--not yet--just raised one arm toward the rafters, fingers splayed like she was catching the noise in her palm.

Adeline was going to the next round of the tournament. The adrenaline still thrummed under her skin, but her fingers twitched at her sides. Sabrina's body lay sprawled on the mat, chest rising and falling, the toffee fabric of her bikini twisted and damp with sweat. Adeline stared at her.

"Better luck next time, cupcake."

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