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This is the first proper episode of my new series, Adventure Time: Oubliette!
Find all episodes here: www.deviantart.com/buglily/gal…

Art Made by: twitter.com/thecat_mitsu (very talented artist who is also very nice and cool and epic and stuff)

Hope you enjoy Lily Pads and thank you as always. Happy new year!!!!!
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In the darkest shadows beneath Ooh, beyond where even the rats crawl and the monsters fear what lurks in the dark, a lone ring sits in a cave. The only light you can find there is from one tiny hole which shines a golden spotlight down into the roped square’s center: the perfect place to fight. For the last thousand years the most rowdy and roughest fighters meet there in a crowd where two not-always-so-honest warriors duke it out for an adoring, betting crowd. This is the Oubliette, Ooh's one and only underground boxing league.

This night, the night which threatened to end the league forever, started like any other.

Birth of a Rivalry (intro)

Marceline's punch crashed through the jaw of the big burly man's blue chin, sending his head high into the air and his body flying out the ring. He landed square knocked out in the audience simultaneously with Marceline lifting her blood red gloves up to celebrate another swift victory. She gave a sharp-toothed smirk and her signature monstrous hiss to her adoring public as they cheered her on. You wouldn't know it from her slim pale build, her long slick midnight hair, or her enchanting pretty little face, but those piercing black eyes were all you had to see to know she was as fierce as fighter as they come. The Vampire Queen of the Ring was one top as she ever was, the most consistent champion for the last thousand years. Sure, she sometimes faced someone who'd give her a tough fight, and there are even still betters swearing she'll take a loss any day now; but she's held that title longer than any other could ever hope to. She floated herself high into the air and struck a strong confident pose with her deceptively muscular skinny arms up and simply hung there. She soaked in that pristine applause, giving her life just as much as the red she fed on.

"You like that, Ooh!?" she asked into a microphone dropped down from the ceiling, nice and loud like a rockstar calling out to the crowd. She received a unanimous yes in a chorus of celebration. After a hideously beautiful laugh echoed over their voices, she added, "Well all y'all can suck it!! Cause unless someone's got the balls to challenge me, I'm bored of all you losers." She then dropped the pic to the ground. Although her words may sound hostile, the cheers of her fans made it clear this was her usual farewell. The audience loved nothing more than when their champion played the devilish heel, it was all the more reason to love their reigning queen. Unfortunately for her though, not everyone was a fan.

A little gnome man with a bushy beard and black-white striped cone hat hopped into the ring and grabbed Marceline's dropped microphone. The referee nervously stammered into it, "W-we have just received word that a new challenger is on their way! A princess hailing from a small kingdom formed just nearby." Marceline looked down on him from above confused yet a little intrigued. He continued, "I've been ordered to give her a proper welcome. So please- uh- get ready for-"

Before he could finish, the entire arena began to shake with thunderous rage. Then, out from a wall, a portion of the sitting audience were forced to scatter as a massive, mechanized vehicle led by a ginormous metal drill punctured its way into the Oubliette with reckless abandon. Before anyone could react further a large hatch opened out the top and from the vehicle arose the challenger: Princess Bubblegum.

Bubblegum lived up to her name, with clear and beyond smooth light pink skin adorned with taffy darker pink hair. Her skin was so smooth in fact, shining brilliantly under the lit hole illuminating the arena, that you'd almost think she's plastic before realizing that she was quite literally candy. And despite her aggressive entrance, she looked about as sweet. As she adjusted the long golden crown lining her forehead, you didn't need to be told she was a princess. Her round bouncy bubblegum hair was adorned in a tight ponytail which was not only professional, but bold to witness. Pristine, perfect, and pink; the epidemy of a royal even if no one in this shady bunch would recognize.

"Have you announced my arrival yet?" the princess asked out to the crowd, met with blank wide-eyed stares from the audience. "Good," she put together. She hastily hopped out the drill and made her way to the ring, already adorning a pair of dark pink gloves, matching sports bra, sweatpants, and professional boots. She marched with a sturdy pace and a firm furrowed brow, meaning business.

But Marceline found the display all too cute to take seriously. She floated lower as to ensure her newest challenger could hear her and taunted, "Little gum girl wants a piece of me? How adorable! Are you sure you wouldn't rather be fighting in your dress, princess?" Bubblegum did not even share a glance with the champ and simply climbed through the ropes of the ring. The vampire only grew more agitated by the moment, adding, "I'm gonna enjoy poppin' you so bad, bubbly~" in an almost flirtatious but ultimately belittling tone.

She floated her way to her corner, expecting and hoping the stoic girl to immediately start the match. Bubblegum stepped toward the mic, the referee scurrying away out of fear she'd press her boot down on him.

She just might've too, stomping hard on the ring floor before picking up the microphone and yelling out with no hesitation, "Listen up! I recently learned of this barbaric fighting ring, even attracting some of my citizens. And I have been working to shut it down." She stopped for just a moment to let the inevitable boo's roll out, everyone there somewhere between a gasp and a yell of anger. Marceline wasn't phased though, anticipating her next words. "Unfortunately, though, it seems every force of remote authority around is aware and fully supports it; for reasons I couldn't possibly imagine." She glares out to the audience to spot at least 3 other princesses already in the crowd, wearing merch with Marceline's face on them looking away from Bubblegum in shame. "So, I decided the best way to take down your brutish, violent, pointless, and ultimately irresponsible league... was from the inside." For the first time, Princess Bubblegum turns toward Marceline. She didn't just look however, she stared her down. With locked eyes she stated coldly, "And I'll start with defeating the demonic monstress you worship. Should be easy, she's even sloppier then the nastiest of you."

Marceline's eyes-tinged red as her playful taunting turned to genuine offense quickly. She bursted through the air, so fast you could barely see her, and stopped directly in front of the princess. They stood chest to chest, Bubblegum not even blinking as she continued her stare like nothing had changed.

Marceline snarled, "What was that, little gum girl?!" while puffing cold white smoke out from her nose. But even staring into those soul sucking eyes, Bubblegum wasn't scared.

She continued into the mic, "And now she's out of insults too. Frankly, I'm surprised you managed to hold that title for so long, you're not even in proper attire." The princess started gesturing toward Marceline's outfit. Her crimson gloves matched with a small crop top with straps that would often fall down her shoulders. She did wear boots, but they were long and stylish, even fans often noting how they limited her movement at times. And instead of shorts or pants, she wore tight black cut up jeans which even her skinny pale thighs popped right out of. "It might do wonders at extenuating the features these degenerates wanna see. But it's an insult to the sport, just like your entire career and this entire league!" Marceline's anger was palpable at this point.

"If you think some prissy nobody is gonna come here and get away with insulting me, you got another thing coming." Marceline stepped closer and closer to Bubblegum as she spoke, already attempting to push her around with her firm muscle, but the princess' soft taffy skin wouldn't budge. "I was just playing before, but I'm seriously gonna bite your face clean off if you say one more donkin' thing!!" They were left staring at each other for a few seconds, faces so close that they could feel the cold impatient fury radiating off their bodies.

Finally, Bubblegum broke the silence, "Fine." She raised her gloves to her face and faced down Marceline, stopping the words and recognizing it was time to let their fists do the talking. Marceline hissed as she matched her stance. They circled each other.

The audience started getting ready, anticipating a beatdown and already discussing bets among each other. The gnome man started running to the bell, only seconds left before punches were going to fly, but even among the chaos surrounding the ring, the two fighters only saw each other. Staring down each other with nothing but anger, each only thought about how they wanted to beat the other down first.

The Bell Rang. (start of the fight)

The second the bell's ring reached the ears of the fighters, Marceline disappeared for an instant. Bubblegum put her gloves up to her face, anticipating an angry clobber to her cheek. But Marceline appeared right under her nose, curving her glove up and implanting it deep into her exposed pink belly. The hit gave out an audible crashing sound, as if the champion had broken the sound barrier with her all-out speed; and the punch hit about as hard as you'd expect. Bubblegum flew back at blistering speeds and only stopped once her back hit the ropes, launched all the way from center ring. When the princess opened her eyes, the vampire queen was right in front of her, readying an attack once again.

Thinking fast and ignoring the pain in her gut, Bubblegum sent a straight toward her opponent's gritted fangs. But Marceline wouldn't let up, curving her body around the punch, and once again hooking Bubblegum right in the same spot on her belly. This went on for a few more hits, Bubblegum still stoically unflinching at the attacks and simply responding with her own counters. With each hit, Marceline grew all the more satisfied, hoping to watch her sweet pink belly darken, maybe even to a chocolaty brown. But in addition to this sadistic image, Marceline couldn't help but think about how much effort it was taking to keep the princess on the backfoot. With each failed counter from PB, she got closer and closer to hitting, punches starting to scrape by the vampire's pale chin. Bubblegum's aim was getting better at anticipating her movements, but Marceline couldn't even think about changing her approach, wanting to destroy the challenger as fast as possible. The strategy would come back to bite her when Bubblegum inevitably landed a hit of her own.

You could almost see Bubblegum finish the calculation in her head after taking Marceline's 4th gut punch as she squared in the exact location she needed to hit. She launched a hard straight jab and popped the champ square in the eye, staggering her attacks for just a moment. Bubblegum didn't let the opportunity go to waste, using the moment to take a step off the ropes and fire another jab right into Marceline's other eye. The now partially blinded Marceline tried to cover her face with one glove while shooting out another hook, but Bubblegum ducked under the crimson glove and raised with another step and an uppercut straight to the vampire queen's chin. PB continued this countering onslaught, walking Marceline back to center ring as she continued to pepper the champ's guard with anticipatory plays and continued disabling her senses.

Marceline became overwhelmed, despite Bubblegum's slower speed and lesser straight power, she just couldn't predict where that pink glove would hit next and still could barely open her eyes to see. Marceline thrashes but no matter what, there was always some weakness in her guard and somewhere Bubblegum would think to hit.

Bubblegum even found the time to keep talking, "Is this really the best you can do? How did you even become champion?" Marceline tried to respond but was quickly met with a dark pink glove smashing against her lips.

Marceline finally opened her stinging eyes to reveal a growing red fire emanating from pure anger out those beady black circles. She was done getting hit and taking anything from this girl. Marceline dropped her guard completely as she stopped stepping back and rushed forward. Bubblegum sent 3 jabs out over the monster's chest and arms, but Marceline tanked them without any reaction before clobbering her glove straight at Bubblegum's forehead. The princess's soft candy skull was rocked by the attack, finally earning Marceline a little wince of pain as her eyes became a little dazed and she took some stumbling steps backward. Bubblegum put her guard up strong to account for how open she was left, but Marceline had a trick up her sleeve.

The vampire queen of the ring chuckled between breaths and hissed out to her challenger, "Are you afraid of the dark, princess?" She raised her glove and signaled to someone outside the ring, and suddenly, the sound of wooden gears churned through the arena as wooden planks started covering the top of the hole giving light above. The doors closed and suddenly the entire ring was covered in darkness. There was silence for a second as everyone tried to focus and see what was happening, but everyone's vision was pitch black. Bubblegum heard nothing but the sinister laugh of Marceline slither deep into her ears from seemingly every angle, unable to anticipate what the demon was planning.

The princess said, "Must you resort to such basic tricks? I'm not scared of you." She was speaking frankly and if you saw her face, you'd know it was as straight as a line, but in truth a slight shiver rippled through her body.

The gears started churning yet again as Marceline snickered out, "Are you sure about that, baby?" in her devilish voice. As light filled the arena again, the audience could catch the slightest glimpse of Marceline floating right behind Bubblegum, winding up a monstrous sucker punch aimed right to the back of her crowned head. But to everyone's surprise, Bubblegum spins around with a massive hook and smashes straight through the vampire's cheek! Marceline's glove just barely smacked against PB's pretty pink cheek as they both flew back and barely managed to land their feet down onto the ring floor.

"Yeah. Pretty sure," Bubblegum said as she rose her fists to her face and paced forward to Marceline again.

"Well- well you should be!" The vampire wiped her mouth with her long pale arm, with squinted frustrated eyes, realizing she's failed to instill this girl with the fear she's so used to from everybody else. It was beyond irritating. Marceline bursted forward, faster than the eye could see as she once again disappeared to attack.

Unlike last time, however, Bubblegum didn't keep her guard. Instead, she closed her eyes and started launching her fist up high into the air in an uppercut directly in front of her. Low and behold, when Marceline reappeared, both women were taking reckless uppercuts straight through the chin. Both their heads jolted back in synch as their colored spit leapt out of their mouths and splatted against each other in midair while both their eyes squinted and fluttered closer to closure.

Marceline's sheer power and speed meant that Bubblegum would be left tumbling back, staggering to even keep her balance until landing on the ropes. The punch was hard, hard enough that in her mind, PB knew it could have knocked her out. She couldn't lower her guard again.

But Bubblegum's perfect aim and anticipation on what Marceline thought was an unreactable attack may have just left her more shaken. That pink glove rocked her world in that moment, sending her high in the air. The only reason she wasn't lying flat on the ring floor was because she caught herself midair and floated down. With how serious the champion was taking it; this match should've been over by now. But even as it remains, it was borderline even. Even with vampire queen in clear strength advantage, this was proving a serious challenge. It made her angry. Furious wouldn't even begin to describe it. Her anger boiled over and shot out of her in the form of a ghoulish howl which could be heard miles around even from the surface.

Breaking the Tie (midpoint of the fight)

Marceline charged forward where Bubblegum lay on the ropes, this time just slow enough to see coming. Marceline swings relentlessly the second she even gets close to Bubblegum, the first few of her blind punches not even reaching the pink princess. Even when they're in range, however, Marceline continues to hit air. Bubblegum effortlessly weaves between each angry blind attack. Each attack was so strong that it could've sent PB down to the floor for good, and she knew it. The air's hurricane wind forming from each impactless punch told her that. But with an unphased, determined expression, she found it easy to weave passed each one. With how quick and dangerous each attack was, Bubblegum found it hard to find an opening. So, she made her few attacks count.

The first counter came about 13 misses later, with Bubblegum peppering in a quick 2 hit jab to Marceline's arm between uppercuts. The attacks from that arm immediately began to slow, although they kept coming.

Bubblegum even began criticizing her between breaths: "You know... You'd get a lot farther... targeting key areas." After Marceline's 21st failed hook, Bubblegum ducked and shot back with a stern piston punch into the vampire's abs. "Like the musculature!" A shot of cold breath shot out the champ's mouth as the pink glove rammed a dent into her sickly pale stony abs which immediately darkened and bruised at the impact. Marceline kept swinging, no breath in her lungs but enough determination to keep going. So, Bubblegum kept weaving and waiting. After Marceline's 29th failed jab, PB simply stated, "Or perhaps the solar plexus." Of course, following up the statement with a counter aimed straight there, erupting drips of cold saliva out of the vampire's mouth as her pupils shrank and her mouth began hanging open. Bubblegum took the opportunity to get off the ropes and place herself at Marceline's side as she swung another hooked punch. "Or the liver!!" After Bubblegum's glove rammed itself into the vampire queen's side, smashing into her liver, Marceline couldn't hold back the screams of immeasurable pain that followed.

After her screams stopped and she was able to turn back toward her challenger once more, Marceline whimpered out, "That all you got... gum girl?" Her breath was empty, her vision was blurry, and she could barely throw a punch anymore. Even though she'd been in advantage on the surface, that barrage only helped the princess systematically take down every option she had. It was a miracle she could even speak.

Bubblegum's face contorted in confusion, and she tilted her head at the question posed by the champion. "No. Of course it's not all I have. What, was that all from you?" Although her confusion was genuine, it was the perfect response to make Marceline feel as small as possible as Bubblegum rushed in to continue expanding her advantage.

Bubblegum started hitting the defenseless Marceline from every angle she could, continuing to circle the monstrous girl while guiding her around the ring. Bubblegum stuck mostly with jabs, not dedicating herself too hard for anything specific to get as much damage in as possible without time to recover. She wanted to know that if Marceline fell, it would be for good. Marceline was simply forced to take it, stumbling her way around the ring and barely able to comprehend what was happening. She didn't even try to attack for a few moments as each hit from Bubblegum erupted another loud moan of pain. Some members of the audience even began laughing at the display, Bubblegum holding less an advantage and more a free victory at this point it seemed. She placed herself in front of Marceline, looking her up and down to take note of just how damaged she was.

Purple bruised spots lined nearly every inch of her ivory body, who's fine musculature now shrank as she could barely keep them flexed and the girl struggled to even keep them still. Her whole body shook and wobbled, her long black boots leaning on themselves and her arms so clearly begging to be put down instead of up in a practically useless guard. Even her eyes lacked fire at this point, shady bags forming under her tiny eyes as she could still barely see out of them. Bubblegum was satisfied, this girl was getting knocked out for sure.

"For what it was worth, that fight was not completely without challenge. But you stood no chance. Goodnight," Bubblegum spoke out matter-of-factly, not even teasing as she blatantly insulted the demon woman who just minutes ago was celebrating an effortless victory over someone three times her size.

Marceline finally got the room to form a solid thought: She wasn't giving up just yet.

Princess Bubblegum sent out a thoughtless final straight punch right at the corner of Marceline's skull, the perfect spot to ensure a long knockout. But with one surge of second wind strength, Marceline stretched her glove forward as well, and managed to launch a surprise painful shot of her own at the princess' chest. Both their attacks catapulted strong and fast, the deafening blunt smacks of the leather echoing simultaneously through the ring with their arms parallel to each other. They were as clean as shots come, both their eyes widening big and burning pain visible on their face.

Both backed up with staggered legs, but for the first time this match, Marceline earned some serious reaction from Bubblegum. The princess' eyes stayed big as she let out a huge girly scream and clinched her chest in burning pain. She even tripped over her legs and had to quickly catch herself before falling to her knees, it was clear serious damage was done. Bubblegum winced before shaking herself loose and guarding once again, staring down her opponent without any pity. From her still shaking legs and her still mildly panicked eyes though, it was clear she was still suffering.

Marceline smiled back at Bubblegum, glad to have knocked her back so good. But quickly, she realized that Bubblegum's knock to her skull did a little more than expected. Marceline's head suddenly felt a surge of a migraine, like her skull was cracked in half. Her eyes fluttered themselves more and more closed as her pupils shrank and shrank while drifting toward each other until she was fully cross eyed. Marceline's thoughts came to a sudden stop as she was forced to abide by instinct, her arms finally lowering themselves to limpness, followed by her quivering legs. Her tongue hung out from her still slacked jaw as she fell to her knees and within seconds, found her face smacked down straight on the ring floor, buried in a tuft of her big black hair. Marceline was unconscious.

Princess Bubblegum lowered her guard and put her hands on her hips, saying, "Yup. Out cold." She took no pleasure from her seeming victory, seemingly just wanting to get out of their as fast as possible. "Hey ref!"

The gnome man hopped back in the ring and stood next to Marceline's still drooling laid out body and began to count.

"One! Two!"

She didn't move a muscle, her pristine little butt hanging high in the air with her face down in the ground after her body was sent into a ragdoll. It would have been the most embarrassing way she could imagine the fight ending.

"Three! Four!"

Luckily, or unluckily, for her, it wasn't how it ended.

"Five!"

Marceline's head shot up, with wild eyes like she'd just awoken from a terrible nightmare. She immediately lifted herself up off the ground with her arms, but the count wouldn't stop until she was up.

"Six!"

Marceline looked up at Bubblegum, who simply looked down at her with dismissive dark eyes. She tried to crawl towards her, not thinking straight and almost wanting to continue attacking before even getting up, but the vampire queen was still weak. She ends up falling back down toward the ground.

"Seven!"

Marceline brought herself back up to all fours and finally realized that she needed the ropes to get up. She began crawling her way toward them, finally finding the strength to move herself. She grabs the bottom rung with her glove as the ref continues:

"Eight!"

Bubblegum recognizes the champion's tenacity but remains unimpressed with the showing. Having had plenty of time to recover, she puts her pink gloves up to her face again and faces Marceline down even before she's up on her feet. Looking down at the vampire girl while she struggled to climb higher than her boot, Bubblegum continued to take no pity. Even while Marceline struggled fighting against her bruises, her dulled senses, and her suffering lungs, Bubblegum only thought about what the quickest way to put her down for good would be. But Marceline was just thinking of pure revenge, reaching her arm around the top rope right before the ref could say 9.

Marceline breathes hard for just a moment before turning to the challenger once more. She had more energy and red eyes nearly popping out her skull as she gave a horrifying hiss with growing fangs out of a nearly foaming mouth. She was angry and rabid. "Remember that promise I made? About biting your face off?!" she said.

Bubblegum just rolled her eyes.

After seeing Marceline push herself off the ropes and stand tall once more, the ref called the match back on.

Still unable to control her anger, Marceline rushed in once more, this time with a flurry of punches from every angle and height she was capable. It might not have been too fast to see, but to Marceline, there was no way anyone could dodge that many hits at once. And she was right. To her surprise, Bubblegum raised her fists and started a barrage of her own. They squared off and traded blows just as they did before, but now, they repeated their synchronous punches dozens of times.

In the same breath Marceline would crack into Bubblegum's arm, puff out her pink cheek, and darken that bruised spot on her belly left earlier in the match, Bubblegum would smash into Marceline's rib, chip her fang with a straight to the mouth, and get a revenge burning hook to the champion's chest. It was a slug fest unlike any other, and it was at first unusual to the audience that such a brains vs brawn battle would devolve into this. And that's when everyone but Marceline realized, this was as calculated a decision from Bubblegum as any other.

The Vampire Queen Dethroned (finale)

The longer their relentless barrage continued, the clearer the result of it became. Marceline began to slow down continuously, losing the little strength she had left and being reminded that only moments ago she couldn't even stand up by herself. Meanwhile, Bubblegum's attacks were hitting harder than they ever had before. Marceline wouldn't just take the impact of a hit anymore; her entire body would fold itself over wherever Bubblegum placed her glove. With one massive smash into the side of Marceline's arm, it fell limp hanging down as lifelessly as the midnight hair on the back of her head. And there is stayed the rest of the match. Marceline began crying out in whimpering pain with every punch she threw, relentlessly desperate to get some damage off without realizing just how doomed she was.

Princess Bubblegum decided to use the opportunity to have a word with her, "Did you seriously think you stood a chance overpowering me at this stage? God you're as stupid as you are disgusting." She spoke while gesturing her dominant hand like a parent lecturing her child. But once she finished the statement, that glove would quickly wind up smashing square against Marceline's jaw, leaving it hanging open and about as numb as her arm was rendered. She was in so much pain that every breath was accompanied with a horrified moan. Marceline retreated once more to the ropes behind her, hanging off of them to ensure that she couldn't be put down so easily, but she'd come to regret this decision. Bubblegum continued to approach, not even keeping her guard up as she continued to scold the vampire queen, "This whole match, I've been able to hit you wherever I wanted, consistently able to obliterate your most sensitive, weak little parts." Bubblegum laid a haymaker across Marceline's already numb cheek, splashing the audience in her cold demonic spit as she continued. "And now you've spent everything. For what? Your anger?" She laid down another thrashing hook to the other cheek, knocking her to the right as Marceline's eyes barely hung themselves open. "Your title? The one for this stupid league of criminal scumbags?" Another two monster hooks came out, right to left. Marceline's shaggy messed up hair whipped around passed the ropes as her face became less and less recognizable. The moans of pain stopped and were instead replaced with sputtering as the queen of the ring was struggling just to open her eyes. "So reckless, as sloppy in the ring as you are in your speech, attire, and your putrid demon blood. I'm sick just getting it on my gloves." Bubblegum's words were almost as devastating as her onslaught, continuing to smack Marceline back and forth as she gave her final speech. Marceline was practically limp already, not even trying to react. But she heard every word. "Look at you now, just a pawn. I can knock you out any time I please." With one last hit to the side, Marceline slumps over on the ropes and Bubblegum sighs. "But unlike you, I'm no monster. You promise to stay down if I end this?"

Marceline is given the option to respond, but can't move her face even a muscle. Bubblegum assumed she wouldn't have accepted the mercy though, so decides to make sure she goes down for good. She grabs the back of Marceline's shaggy midnight hair with one of her gloves and holds her cold face nice and still, though the rest of her body still shakes with aching pain. With the other glove, she implants a punch as far into Marceline's head as she can. Sandwiched between the two gloves as Bubblegum pelted the punches deeper and deeper into her skull, a heavy crack sounded throughout the stadium before the princess lets go and backs away, simply waiting for the devastated, humiliated vampire queen to fall.

Marceline can't think. She can't walk, she can't stand. She could barely breathe. But she can just barely float. Not giving up, Marceline levitates her body off the ropes, advancing forward passed Bubblegum toward the center of the ring. Her entire body is unresponsive, her eyes not even opening as she hangs her lifeless body forward in a hopeless effort to remain upright. She starts moving slower and slower, not even making it fully passed where the princess stands before slowing to a crawl. It would've taken her days to even just make it to the opposite side, but she continued forward.

Princess Bubblegum laughed. "Cute."

A pink glove comes ramming up to the sky, crashing through Marceline's jaw and sending her head flying backward. The punch was so blunt, so punctual, so absolute, that everyone in the audience instantly knew who had won. Marceline's head came crashing toward the ground, followed by her slim back, followed by her long legs. She laid out flat, her limbs spread in every direction. Her skinny ivory body which was once lined with impressive musculature and frightening ferocity now only bore bruises and cold weakness. Not a thought glistened out of her limp battered face and her dented abs convulsed ever so slightly with what was left of her breath, movement as subtle and invisible as dust in the wind. Marceline was knocked out. And she would not get up for some time.

The referee started counting again. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven." Not a single move. Not even a twitch. She was finished. The ref started to even question what the point was in finishing. And so did Bubblegum, who walked up to the gnome and snatched the microphone from his hands.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Eight, nine, ten, she's done! Now listen here you scumbags! This here, this is just the start. You want senseless violence? I'll show all of you, every last one, this kind of hurt if anyone dares to step into the ring with me again. Cause whether you like it or not, I'm your champion now. And I hate all of you."

Bubblegum's plan didn't go quite as well as she hoped, however, because the entire crowd erupted in astounding cheer. There were a few boo's mixed in, but even then, they were in fun. She looked out to see those three princesses again, somehow already wearing merch with her pink face on it. Bubblegum realized that tonight had got her nowhere, and she needed a different approach if she wanted people to stop coming. She only sighed into the microphone before dropping it and climbing out of the ring. Ignoring her now adoring public, Bubblegum climbed back in her drill and backed up into the wall she came in on, leaving before any other guest even considered it.

The ring was left empty, except for one lone Marceline, no longer the queen of the ring she now slept in. Although her brain was empty and dark now, she was in for the rudest of awakenings. Anyone that knew her knew that revenge would be the only option, but after such an embarrassing display, she'd have to do a lot more to ever be able to show her face here again.

EPILOGUE

One audience member who sat in the back had her eyes wide and shiny as a little kid who'd just tasted candy for the very first time. For the whole match, she couldn't take her eyes off, and now that it was over, she still found herself enchanted. She tugged at the long bunny ears adorning the hood on her head and turned to her cat while brushing the blonde hair from her face.

"Oh my glob, Cake! This is my favorite universe so far!!! Like, top 6 fantasies at least," Fionna said.

Cake yawned and stretched as she finally woke up, "Oh it's over? Yeah, it was, something, I think. Was it hot?" She was clearly not paying attention.

With a determined face and unstoppable grit in her teeth, Fionna declared "I need to get in that ring."

NEXT TIME ON ADVENTURE TIME: OUBLIETTE
POV VS FIONNA CAMPBELL

Description
This is the first proper episode of my new series, Adventure Time: Oubliette!
Find all episodes here: www.deviantart.com/buglily/gal…

Art Made by: twitter.com/thecat_mitsu (very talented artist who is also very nice and cool and epic and stuff)

Hope you enjoy Lily Pads and thank you as always. Happy new year!!!!!
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In the darkest shadows beneath Ooh, beyond where even the rats crawl and the monsters fear what lurks in the dark, a lone ring sits in a cave. The only light you can find there is from one tiny hole which shines a golden spotlight down into the roped square’s center: the perfect place to fight. For the last thousand years the most rowdy and roughest fighters meet there in a crowd where two not-always-so-honest warriors duke it out for an adoring, betting crowd. This is the Oubliette, Ooh's one and only underground boxing league.

This night, the night which threatened to end the league forever, started like any other.

Birth of a Rivalry (intro)

Marceline's punch crashed through the jaw of the big burly man's blue chin, sending his head high into the air and his body flying out the ring. He landed square knocked out in the audience simultaneously with Marceline lifting her blood red gloves up to celebrate another swift victory. She gave a sharp-toothed smirk and her signature monstrous hiss to her adoring public as they cheered her on. You wouldn't know it from her slim pale build, her long slick midnight hair, or her enchanting pretty little face, but those piercing black eyes were all you had to see to know she was as fierce as fighter as they come. The Vampire Queen of the Ring was one top as she ever was, the most consistent champion for the last thousand years. Sure, she sometimes faced someone who'd give her a tough fight, and there are even still betters swearing she'll take a loss any day now; but she's held that title longer than any other could ever hope to. She floated herself high into the air and struck a strong confident pose with her deceptively muscular skinny arms up and simply hung there. She soaked in that pristine applause, giving her life just as much as the red she fed on.

"You like that, Ooh!?" she asked into a microphone dropped down from the ceiling, nice and loud like a rockstar calling out to the crowd. She received a unanimous yes in a chorus of celebration. After a hideously beautiful laugh echoed over their voices, she added, "Well all y'all can suck it!! Cause unless someone's got the balls to challenge me, I'm bored of all you losers." She then dropped the pic to the ground. Although her words may sound hostile, the cheers of her fans made it clear this was her usual farewell. The audience loved nothing more than when their champion played the devilish heel, it was all the more reason to love their reigning queen. Unfortunately for her though, not everyone was a fan.

A little gnome man with a bushy beard and black-white striped cone hat hopped into the ring and grabbed Marceline's dropped microphone. The referee nervously stammered into it, "W-we have just received word that a new challenger is on their way! A princess hailing from a small kingdom formed just nearby." Marceline looked down on him from above confused yet a little intrigued. He continued, "I've been ordered to give her a proper welcome. So please- uh- get ready for-"

Before he could finish, the entire arena began to shake with thunderous rage. Then, out from a wall, a portion of the sitting audience were forced to scatter as a massive, mechanized vehicle led by a ginormous metal drill punctured its way into the Oubliette with reckless abandon. Before anyone could react further a large hatch opened out the top and from the vehicle arose the challenger: Princess Bubblegum.

Bubblegum lived up to her name, with clear and beyond smooth light pink skin adorned with taffy darker pink hair. Her skin was so smooth in fact, shining brilliantly under the lit hole illuminating the arena, that you'd almost think she's plastic before realizing that she was quite literally candy. And despite her aggressive entrance, she looked about as sweet. As she adjusted the long golden crown lining her forehead, you didn't need to be told she was a princess. Her round bouncy bubblegum hair was adorned in a tight ponytail which was not only professional, but bold to witness. Pristine, perfect, and pink; the epidemy of a royal even if no one in this shady bunch would recognize.

"Have you announced my arrival yet?" the princess asked out to the crowd, met with blank wide-eyed stares from the audience. "Good," she put together. She hastily hopped out the drill and made her way to the ring, already adorning a pair of dark pink gloves, matching sports bra, sweatpants, and professional boots. She marched with a sturdy pace and a firm furrowed brow, meaning business.

But Marceline found the display all too cute to take seriously. She floated lower as to ensure her newest challenger could hear her and taunted, "Little gum girl wants a piece of me? How adorable! Are you sure you wouldn't rather be fighting in your dress, princess?" Bubblegum did not even share a glance with the champ and simply climbed through the ropes of the ring. The vampire only grew more agitated by the moment, adding, "I'm gonna enjoy poppin' you so bad, bubbly~" in an almost flirtatious but ultimately belittling tone.

She floated her way to her corner, expecting and hoping the stoic girl to immediately start the match. Bubblegum stepped toward the mic, the referee scurrying away out of fear she'd press her boot down on him.

She just might've too, stomping hard on the ring floor before picking up the microphone and yelling out with no hesitation, "Listen up! I recently learned of this barbaric fighting ring, even attracting some of my citizens. And I have been working to shut it down." She stopped for just a moment to let the inevitable boo's roll out, everyone there somewhere between a gasp and a yell of anger. Marceline wasn't phased though, anticipating her next words. "Unfortunately, though, it seems every force of remote authority around is aware and fully supports it; for reasons I couldn't possibly imagine." She glares out to the audience to spot at least 3 other princesses already in the crowd, wearing merch with Marceline's face on them looking away from Bubblegum in shame. "So, I decided the best way to take down your brutish, violent, pointless, and ultimately irresponsible league... was from the inside." For the first time, Princess Bubblegum turns toward Marceline. She didn't just look however, she stared her down. With locked eyes she stated coldly, "And I'll start with defeating the demonic monstress you worship. Should be easy, she's even sloppier then the nastiest of you."

Marceline's eyes-tinged red as her playful taunting turned to genuine offense quickly. She bursted through the air, so fast you could barely see her, and stopped directly in front of the princess. They stood chest to chest, Bubblegum not even blinking as she continued her stare like nothing had changed.

Marceline snarled, "What was that, little gum girl?!" while puffing cold white smoke out from her nose. But even staring into those soul sucking eyes, Bubblegum wasn't scared.

She continued into the mic, "And now she's out of insults too. Frankly, I'm surprised you managed to hold that title for so long, you're not even in proper attire." The princess started gesturing toward Marceline's outfit. Her crimson gloves matched with a small crop top with straps that would often fall down her shoulders. She did wear boots, but they were long and stylish, even fans often noting how they limited her movement at times. And instead of shorts or pants, she wore tight black cut up jeans which even her skinny pale thighs popped right out of. "It might do wonders at extenuating the features these degenerates wanna see. But it's an insult to the sport, just like your entire career and this entire league!" Marceline's anger was palpable at this point.

"If you think some prissy nobody is gonna come here and get away with insulting me, you got another thing coming." Marceline stepped closer and closer to Bubblegum as she spoke, already attempting to push her around with her firm muscle, but the princess' soft taffy skin wouldn't budge. "I was just playing before, but I'm seriously gonna bite your face clean off if you say one more donkin' thing!!" They were left staring at each other for a few seconds, faces so close that they could feel the cold impatient fury radiating off their bodies.

Finally, Bubblegum broke the silence, "Fine." She raised her gloves to her face and faced down Marceline, stopping the words and recognizing it was time to let their fists do the talking. Marceline hissed as she matched her stance. They circled each other.

The audience started getting ready, anticipating a beatdown and already discussing bets among each other. The gnome man started running to the bell, only seconds left before punches were going to fly, but even among the chaos surrounding the ring, the two fighters only saw each other. Staring down each other with nothing but anger, each only thought about how they wanted to beat the other down first.

The Bell Rang. (start of the fight)

The second the bell's ring reached the ears of the fighters, Marceline disappeared for an instant. Bubblegum put her gloves up to her face, anticipating an angry clobber to her cheek. But Marceline appeared right under her nose, curving her glove up and implanting it deep into her exposed pink belly. The hit gave out an audible crashing sound, as if the champion had broken the sound barrier with her all-out speed; and the punch hit about as hard as you'd expect. Bubblegum flew back at blistering speeds and only stopped once her back hit the ropes, launched all the way from center ring. When the princess opened her eyes, the vampire queen was right in front of her, readying an attack once again.

Thinking fast and ignoring the pain in her gut, Bubblegum sent a straight toward her opponent's gritted fangs. But Marceline wouldn't let up, curving her body around the punch, and once again hooking Bubblegum right in the same spot on her belly. This went on for a few more hits, Bubblegum still stoically unflinching at the attacks and simply responding with her own counters. With each hit, Marceline grew all the more satisfied, hoping to watch her sweet pink belly darken, maybe even to a chocolaty brown. But in addition to this sadistic image, Marceline couldn't help but think about how much effort it was taking to keep the princess on the backfoot. With each failed counter from PB, she got closer and closer to hitting, punches starting to scrape by the vampire's pale chin. Bubblegum's aim was getting better at anticipating her movements, but Marceline couldn't even think about changing her approach, wanting to destroy the challenger as fast as possible. The strategy would come back to bite her when Bubblegum inevitably landed a hit of her own.

You could almost see Bubblegum finish the calculation in her head after taking Marceline's 4th gut punch as she squared in the exact location she needed to hit. She launched a hard straight jab and popped the champ square in the eye, staggering her attacks for just a moment. Bubblegum didn't let the opportunity go to waste, using the moment to take a step off the ropes and fire another jab right into Marceline's other eye. The now partially blinded Marceline tried to cover her face with one glove while shooting out another hook, but Bubblegum ducked under the crimson glove and raised with another step and an uppercut straight to the vampire queen's chin. PB continued this countering onslaught, walking Marceline back to center ring as she continued to pepper the champ's guard with anticipatory plays and continued disabling her senses.

Marceline became overwhelmed, despite Bubblegum's slower speed and lesser straight power, she just couldn't predict where that pink glove would hit next and still could barely open her eyes to see. Marceline thrashes but no matter what, there was always some weakness in her guard and somewhere Bubblegum would think to hit.

Bubblegum even found the time to keep talking, "Is this really the best you can do? How did you even become champion?" Marceline tried to respond but was quickly met with a dark pink glove smashing against her lips.

Marceline finally opened her stinging eyes to reveal a growing red fire emanating from pure anger out those beady black circles. She was done getting hit and taking anything from this girl. Marceline dropped her guard completely as she stopped stepping back and rushed forward. Bubblegum sent 3 jabs out over the monster's chest and arms, but Marceline tanked them without any reaction before clobbering her glove straight at Bubblegum's forehead. The princess's soft candy skull was rocked by the attack, finally earning Marceline a little wince of pain as her eyes became a little dazed and she took some stumbling steps backward. Bubblegum put her guard up strong to account for how open she was left, but Marceline had a trick up her sleeve.

The vampire queen of the ring chuckled between breaths and hissed out to her challenger, "Are you afraid of the dark, princess?" She raised her glove and signaled to someone outside the ring, and suddenly, the sound of wooden gears churned through the arena as wooden planks started covering the top of the hole giving light above. The doors closed and suddenly the entire ring was covered in darkness. There was silence for a second as everyone tried to focus and see what was happening, but everyone's vision was pitch black. Bubblegum heard nothing but the sinister laugh of Marceline slither deep into her ears from seemingly every angle, unable to anticipate what the demon was planning.

The princess said, "Must you resort to such basic tricks? I'm not scared of you." She was speaking frankly and if you saw her face, you'd know it was as straight as a line, but in truth a slight shiver rippled through her body.

The gears started churning yet again as Marceline snickered out, "Are you sure about that, baby?" in her devilish voice. As light filled the arena again, the audience could catch the slightest glimpse of Marceline floating right behind Bubblegum, winding up a monstrous sucker punch aimed right to the back of her crowned head. But to everyone's surprise, Bubblegum spins around with a massive hook and smashes straight through the vampire's cheek! Marceline's glove just barely smacked against PB's pretty pink cheek as they both flew back and barely managed to land their feet down onto the ring floor.

"Yeah. Pretty sure," Bubblegum said as she rose her fists to her face and paced forward to Marceline again.

"Well- well you should be!" The vampire wiped her mouth with her long pale arm, with squinted frustrated eyes, realizing she's failed to instill this girl with the fear she's so used to from everybody else. It was beyond irritating. Marceline bursted forward, faster than the eye could see as she once again disappeared to attack.

Unlike last time, however, Bubblegum didn't keep her guard. Instead, she closed her eyes and started launching her fist up high into the air in an uppercut directly in front of her. Low and behold, when Marceline reappeared, both women were taking reckless uppercuts straight through the chin. Both their heads jolted back in synch as their colored spit leapt out of their mouths and splatted against each other in midair while both their eyes squinted and fluttered closer to closure.

Marceline's sheer power and speed meant that Bubblegum would be left tumbling back, staggering to even keep her balance until landing on the ropes. The punch was hard, hard enough that in her mind, PB knew it could have knocked her out. She couldn't lower her guard again.

But Bubblegum's perfect aim and anticipation on what Marceline thought was an unreactable attack may have just left her more shaken. That pink glove rocked her world in that moment, sending her high in the air. The only reason she wasn't lying flat on the ring floor was because she caught herself midair and floated down. With how serious the champion was taking it; this match should've been over by now. But even as it remains, it was borderline even. Even with vampire queen in clear strength advantage, this was proving a serious challenge. It made her angry. Furious wouldn't even begin to describe it. Her anger boiled over and shot out of her in the form of a ghoulish howl which could be heard miles around even from the surface.

Breaking the Tie (midpoint of the fight)

Marceline charged forward where Bubblegum lay on the ropes, this time just slow enough to see coming. Marceline swings relentlessly the second she even gets close to Bubblegum, the first few of her blind punches not even reaching the pink princess. Even when they're in range, however, Marceline continues to hit air. Bubblegum effortlessly weaves between each angry blind attack. Each attack was so strong that it could've sent PB down to the floor for good, and she knew it. The air's hurricane wind forming from each impactless punch told her that. But with an unphased, determined expression, she found it easy to weave passed each one. With how quick and dangerous each attack was, Bubblegum found it hard to find an opening. So, she made her few attacks count.

The first counter came about 13 misses later, with Bubblegum peppering in a quick 2 hit jab to Marceline's arm between uppercuts. The attacks from that arm immediately began to slow, although they kept coming.

Bubblegum even began criticizing her between breaths: "You know... You'd get a lot farther... targeting key areas." After Marceline's 21st failed hook, Bubblegum ducked and shot back with a stern piston punch into the vampire's abs. "Like the musculature!" A shot of cold breath shot out the champ's mouth as the pink glove rammed a dent into her sickly pale stony abs which immediately darkened and bruised at the impact. Marceline kept swinging, no breath in her lungs but enough determination to keep going. So, Bubblegum kept weaving and waiting. After Marceline's 29th failed jab, PB simply stated, "Or perhaps the solar plexus." Of course, following up the statement with a counter aimed straight there, erupting drips of cold saliva out of the vampire's mouth as her pupils shrank and her mouth began hanging open. Bubblegum took the opportunity to get off the ropes and place herself at Marceline's side as she swung another hooked punch. "Or the liver!!" After Bubblegum's glove rammed itself into the vampire queen's side, smashing into her liver, Marceline couldn't hold back the screams of immeasurable pain that followed.

After her screams stopped and she was able to turn back toward her challenger once more, Marceline whimpered out, "That all you got... gum girl?" Her breath was empty, her vision was blurry, and she could barely throw a punch anymore. Even though she'd been in advantage on the surface, that barrage only helped the princess systematically take down every option she had. It was a miracle she could even speak.

Bubblegum's face contorted in confusion, and she tilted her head at the question posed by the champion. "No. Of course it's not all I have. What, was that all from you?" Although her confusion was genuine, it was the perfect response to make Marceline feel as small as possible as Bubblegum rushed in to continue expanding her advantage.

Bubblegum started hitting the defenseless Marceline from every angle she could, continuing to circle the monstrous girl while guiding her around the ring. Bubblegum stuck mostly with jabs, not dedicating herself too hard for anything specific to get as much damage in as possible without time to recover. She wanted to know that if Marceline fell, it would be for good. Marceline was simply forced to take it, stumbling her way around the ring and barely able to comprehend what was happening. She didn't even try to attack for a few moments as each hit from Bubblegum erupted another loud moan of pain. Some members of the audience even began laughing at the display, Bubblegum holding less an advantage and more a free victory at this point it seemed. She placed herself in front of Marceline, looking her up and down to take note of just how damaged she was.

Purple bruised spots lined nearly every inch of her ivory body, who's fine musculature now shrank as she could barely keep them flexed and the girl struggled to even keep them still. Her whole body shook and wobbled, her long black boots leaning on themselves and her arms so clearly begging to be put down instead of up in a practically useless guard. Even her eyes lacked fire at this point, shady bags forming under her tiny eyes as she could still barely see out of them. Bubblegum was satisfied, this girl was getting knocked out for sure.

"For what it was worth, that fight was not completely without challenge. But you stood no chance. Goodnight," Bubblegum spoke out matter-of-factly, not even teasing as she blatantly insulted the demon woman who just minutes ago was celebrating an effortless victory over someone three times her size.

Marceline finally got the room to form a solid thought: She wasn't giving up just yet.

Princess Bubblegum sent out a thoughtless final straight punch right at the corner of Marceline's skull, the perfect spot to ensure a long knockout. But with one surge of second wind strength, Marceline stretched her glove forward as well, and managed to launch a surprise painful shot of her own at the princess' chest. Both their attacks catapulted strong and fast, the deafening blunt smacks of the leather echoing simultaneously through the ring with their arms parallel to each other. They were as clean as shots come, both their eyes widening big and burning pain visible on their face.

Both backed up with staggered legs, but for the first time this match, Marceline earned some serious reaction from Bubblegum. The princess' eyes stayed big as she let out a huge girly scream and clinched her chest in burning pain. She even tripped over her legs and had to quickly catch herself before falling to her knees, it was clear serious damage was done. Bubblegum winced before shaking herself loose and guarding once again, staring down her opponent without any pity. From her still shaking legs and her still mildly panicked eyes though, it was clear she was still suffering.

Marceline smiled back at Bubblegum, glad to have knocked her back so good. But quickly, she realized that Bubblegum's knock to her skull did a little more than expected. Marceline's head suddenly felt a surge of a migraine, like her skull was cracked in half. Her eyes fluttered themselves more and more closed as her pupils shrank and shrank while drifting toward each other until she was fully cross eyed. Marceline's thoughts came to a sudden stop as she was forced to abide by instinct, her arms finally lowering themselves to limpness, followed by her quivering legs. Her tongue hung out from her still slacked jaw as she fell to her knees and within seconds, found her face smacked down straight on the ring floor, buried in a tuft of her big black hair. Marceline was unconscious.

Princess Bubblegum lowered her guard and put her hands on her hips, saying, "Yup. Out cold." She took no pleasure from her seeming victory, seemingly just wanting to get out of their as fast as possible. "Hey ref!"

The gnome man hopped back in the ring and stood next to Marceline's still drooling laid out body and began to count.

"One! Two!"

She didn't move a muscle, her pristine little butt hanging high in the air with her face down in the ground after her body was sent into a ragdoll. It would have been the most embarrassing way she could imagine the fight ending.

"Three! Four!"

Luckily, or unluckily, for her, it wasn't how it ended.

"Five!"

Marceline's head shot up, with wild eyes like she'd just awoken from a terrible nightmare. She immediately lifted herself up off the ground with her arms, but the count wouldn't stop until she was up.

"Six!"

Marceline looked up at Bubblegum, who simply looked down at her with dismissive dark eyes. She tried to crawl towards her, not thinking straight and almost wanting to continue attacking before even getting up, but the vampire queen was still weak. She ends up falling back down toward the ground.

"Seven!"

Marceline brought herself back up to all fours and finally realized that she needed the ropes to get up. She began crawling her way toward them, finally finding the strength to move herself. She grabs the bottom rung with her glove as the ref continues:

"Eight!"

Bubblegum recognizes the champion's tenacity but remains unimpressed with the showing. Having had plenty of time to recover, she puts her pink gloves up to her face again and faces Marceline down even before she's up on her feet. Looking down at the vampire girl while she struggled to climb higher than her boot, Bubblegum continued to take no pity. Even while Marceline struggled fighting against her bruises, her dulled senses, and her suffering lungs, Bubblegum only thought about what the quickest way to put her down for good would be. But Marceline was just thinking of pure revenge, reaching her arm around the top rope right before the ref could say 9.

Marceline breathes hard for just a moment before turning to the challenger once more. She had more energy and red eyes nearly popping out her skull as she gave a horrifying hiss with growing fangs out of a nearly foaming mouth. She was angry and rabid. "Remember that promise I made? About biting your face off?!" she said.

Bubblegum just rolled her eyes.

After seeing Marceline push herself off the ropes and stand tall once more, the ref called the match back on.

Still unable to control her anger, Marceline rushed in once more, this time with a flurry of punches from every angle and height she was capable. It might not have been too fast to see, but to Marceline, there was no way anyone could dodge that many hits at once. And she was right. To her surprise, Bubblegum raised her fists and started a barrage of her own. They squared off and traded blows just as they did before, but now, they repeated their synchronous punches dozens of times.

In the same breath Marceline would crack into Bubblegum's arm, puff out her pink cheek, and darken that bruised spot on her belly left earlier in the match, Bubblegum would smash into Marceline's rib, chip her fang with a straight to the mouth, and get a revenge burning hook to the champion's chest. It was a slug fest unlike any other, and it was at first unusual to the audience that such a brains vs brawn battle would devolve into this. And that's when everyone but Marceline realized, this was as calculated a decision from Bubblegum as any other.

The Vampire Queen Dethroned (finale)

The longer their relentless barrage continued, the clearer the result of it became. Marceline began to slow down continuously, losing the little strength she had left and being reminded that only moments ago she couldn't even stand up by herself. Meanwhile, Bubblegum's attacks were hitting harder than they ever had before. Marceline wouldn't just take the impact of a hit anymore; her entire body would fold itself over wherever Bubblegum placed her glove. With one massive smash into the side of Marceline's arm, it fell limp hanging down as lifelessly as the midnight hair on the back of her head. And there is stayed the rest of the match. Marceline began crying out in whimpering pain with every punch she threw, relentlessly desperate to get some damage off without realizing just how doomed she was.

Princess Bubblegum decided to use the opportunity to have a word with her, "Did you seriously think you stood a chance overpowering me at this stage? God you're as stupid as you are disgusting." She spoke while gesturing her dominant hand like a parent lecturing her child. But once she finished the statement, that glove would quickly wind up smashing square against Marceline's jaw, leaving it hanging open and about as numb as her arm was rendered. She was in so much pain that every breath was accompanied with a horrified moan. Marceline retreated once more to the ropes behind her, hanging off of them to ensure that she couldn't be put down so easily, but she'd come to regret this decision. Bubblegum continued to approach, not even keeping her guard up as she continued to scold the vampire queen, "This whole match, I've been able to hit you wherever I wanted, consistently able to obliterate your most sensitive, weak little parts." Bubblegum laid a haymaker across Marceline's already numb cheek, splashing the audience in her cold demonic spit as she continued. "And now you've spent everything. For what? Your anger?" She laid down another thrashing hook to the other cheek, knocking her to the right as Marceline's eyes barely hung themselves open. "Your title? The one for this stupid league of criminal scumbags?" Another two monster hooks came out, right to left. Marceline's shaggy messed up hair whipped around passed the ropes as her face became less and less recognizable. The moans of pain stopped and were instead replaced with sputtering as the queen of the ring was struggling just to open her eyes. "So reckless, as sloppy in the ring as you are in your speech, attire, and your putrid demon blood. I'm sick just getting it on my gloves." Bubblegum's words were almost as devastating as her onslaught, continuing to smack Marceline back and forth as she gave her final speech. Marceline was practically limp already, not even trying to react. But she heard every word. "Look at you now, just a pawn. I can knock you out any time I please." With one last hit to the side, Marceline slumps over on the ropes and Bubblegum sighs. "But unlike you, I'm no monster. You promise to stay down if I end this?"

Marceline is given the option to respond, but can't move her face even a muscle. Bubblegum assumed she wouldn't have accepted the mercy though, so decides to make sure she goes down for good. She grabs the back of Marceline's shaggy midnight hair with one of her gloves and holds her cold face nice and still, though the rest of her body still shakes with aching pain. With the other glove, she implants a punch as far into Marceline's head as she can. Sandwiched between the two gloves as Bubblegum pelted the punches deeper and deeper into her skull, a heavy crack sounded throughout the stadium before the princess lets go and backs away, simply waiting for the devastated, humiliated vampire queen to fall.

Marceline can't think. She can't walk, she can't stand. She could barely breathe. But she can just barely float. Not giving up, Marceline levitates her body off the ropes, advancing forward passed Bubblegum toward the center of the ring. Her entire body is unresponsive, her eyes not even opening as she hangs her lifeless body forward in a hopeless effort to remain upright. She starts moving slower and slower, not even making it fully passed where the princess stands before slowing to a crawl. It would've taken her days to even just make it to the opposite side, but she continued forward.

Princess Bubblegum laughed. "Cute."

A pink glove comes ramming up to the sky, crashing through Marceline's jaw and sending her head flying backward. The punch was so blunt, so punctual, so absolute, that everyone in the audience instantly knew who had won. Marceline's head came crashing toward the ground, followed by her slim back, followed by her long legs. She laid out flat, her limbs spread in every direction. Her skinny ivory body which was once lined with impressive musculature and frightening ferocity now only bore bruises and cold weakness. Not a thought glistened out of her limp battered face and her dented abs convulsed ever so slightly with what was left of her breath, movement as subtle and invisible as dust in the wind. Marceline was knocked out. And she would not get up for some time.

The referee started counting again. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven." Not a single move. Not even a twitch. She was finished. The ref started to even question what the point was in finishing. And so did Bubblegum, who walked up to the gnome and snatched the microphone from his hands.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Eight, nine, ten, she's done! Now listen here you scumbags! This here, this is just the start. You want senseless violence? I'll show all of you, every last one, this kind of hurt if anyone dares to step into the ring with me again. Cause whether you like it or not, I'm your champion now. And I hate all of you."

Bubblegum's plan didn't go quite as well as she hoped, however, because the entire crowd erupted in astounding cheer. There were a few boo's mixed in, but even then, they were in fun. She looked out to see those three princesses again, somehow already wearing merch with her pink face on it. Bubblegum realized that tonight had got her nowhere, and she needed a different approach if she wanted people to stop coming. She only sighed into the microphone before dropping it and climbing out of the ring. Ignoring her now adoring public, Bubblegum climbed back in her drill and backed up into the wall she came in on, leaving before any other guest even considered it.

The ring was left empty, except for one lone Marceline, no longer the queen of the ring she now slept in. Although her brain was empty and dark now, she was in for the rudest of awakenings. Anyone that knew her knew that revenge would be the only option, but after such an embarrassing display, she'd have to do a lot more to ever be able to show her face here again.

EPILOGUE

One audience member who sat in the back had her eyes wide and shiny as a little kid who'd just tasted candy for the very first time. For the whole match, she couldn't take her eyes off, and now that it was over, she still found herself enchanted. She tugged at the long bunny ears adorning the hood on her head and turned to her cat while brushing the blonde hair from her face.

"Oh my glob, Cake! This is my favorite universe so far!!! Like, top 6 fantasies at least," Fionna said.

Cake yawned and stretched as she finally woke up, "Oh it's over? Yeah, it was, something, I think. Was it hot?" She was clearly not paying attention.

With a determined face and unstoppable grit in her teeth, Fionna declared "I need to get in that ring."

NEXT TIME ON ADVENTURE TIME: OUBLIETTE
POV VS FIONNA CAMPBELL