Avril Lavigne versus Emma Roberts (AMD) (One True Queen #3)

Avril Lavigne
(39, 5’1, 80:33 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
vs.
Emma Roberts
(33, 5’2, 46:27 FCBA, The Dollhouse)

'One True Queen' Best of 7 Series Fight 3 (Series tied at 1-1)

‘Kiss My AMD’ Rules Stipulation Bout


Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse

BEFORE:
It’s the THIRD battle in this epic series between epic rivals, with Avril Lavigne attempting to upend the odds and beat Emma Roberts at her own AMD-chosen stipulation match tonight! To recap, Lavigne took the first win in the One True Queen series, and Roberts seized the second after a grueling battle that saw both girls descending into brawling, wrasslin’ action - who will surge forward with a third win in this Best-of-Seven series?

"Seems like everyone already knows I'm going to take the lead in this series tonight,” Emma says first from the press table. “Betting websites have put me as a -300 favorite. They think I have almost 70% odds of winning tonight, and you know what? They are idiots. My odds are easily in the high 90s. A literal TODDLER would have 70% odds of winning an AMD fight against the weakest, flabbiest, pudgiest body in the league, Miss Glass Tummy herself. The moment I was shown the list of stipulations I immediately knew I'm going with AMD, I couldn't ask for an easier win. I'm going to absolutely destroy that soft, weak midsection of hers tonight. If you think what Collins did to her was bad, wait till you see what I'm going to do to her. By the end of tonight she'll have her lips pressed against my FAR superior tummy…” Emma briefly stands from her seat and lifts her white tank top, showing off her toned and braced abs that she SURELY has been training in the lead-up to this fight. She grins, deliberately turning to Avril and patting the braced and chiselled surface. “And trust me… she’s going to ENJOY it!"

Across the table, of course, Avril Lavigne keeps her eyes constantly rolling through Emma’s spiel, occasionally letting out a pffft or dismissive shake of her head as though she’s been forced to listen. When it’s finally her turn to speak, she snatches enthusiastically at the mic, and brings it close to her lips to amplify her own voice:

"Please b*tch. Your stupid abs aren't special. You're only digging a bigger hole for yourself for when I f*ck you up in there tonight. She thinks I'm afraid of her AMD stipulation? It's not like she has a six-pack going or anything, she's just a skinny weak b*tch. This will be her first ever AMD fight too. If some people think I'm the underdog tonight because of this stupid AMD sh*t, that's fine with me. All the pressure is on this b*tch to beat me now and she's going to fail miserably while I f*ck her sh*t up. There's no way I'm kissing anyone's abs tonight bitches...after she wakes up from my ass kicking, she'll be kissing MY abs.”

“YOUR abs? What abs b*tch? Lift up that shirt so we can see that doughy beer gut you call abs. I dare ya.” Emma sneers into the microphone in response.

Girls don’t even get ten feet near each other, with tempers constantly broiling and the ring officials knowing that it’s a BAD idea to have these two in the same room, let alone on the same stage. Ladies simply trade more barbs from afar, being led away to opposite ends, with Emma continuing to flaunt her tummy and gesture rudely to Avril’s with a smirk. Lavigne still looking enraged but trying her best to conceal it, brows narrowed and trying to avert her rival’s taunts. Later, backstage, however, she takes out her frustration on her own fight team, accusing them of playing favorites and letting Roberts choose a match that she’s particularly vulnerable at.

Under AMD rules, of course, both girls will only be able to score points with punches below the neck and above the waistline, the narrow stipulation designed to test each other’s abdominal fortitude. And of course, just like its JMD cousin, when two ladies agree to such a brutal ruleset, it’s hard to get them to play by the rules in the first place.

Hours later, we’re back in the ring, with both fighters looking ready to roar. In one corner, Miss Roberts is dressed in her usual pink sports bra and long fighting white tights, this time showing off that toned tummy by taking in deep breaths of air and thrusting her hips forward at every opportunity. Lavigne gives her hateful stares from across the ring, in her contrasting black sports bra and short tights with pink highlights. She’s showing her own work and time spent in the gym, having specially targeted her abdominal area and waistline to prepare for this AMD contest (some earlier training footage shows fellow Doll Lauren Mayberry being ordered to punch her harder and harder in the tummy). Avril still looks a little curvy across her belly, but if we know how the self-proclaimed Queen of the Dollhouse fights, she’s gonna score any advantage she can get.

The referee gets the nod from both girls and waves his hand in the air for the bell! HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action! This here’s the third match in the One True Queen Best-of-Seven series, and it’s under AMD rules!

ROUND 1:
Those first two clashes saw rivals rushing in from the very start and bashing away at each other, with both girls not waiting to take each other’s heads off. This time, however, they’re playing it a little more strategic, with Emma and Avril first circling and bouncing light on their feet, slowly coming in with their gazes flicking upwards and down, both looking for openings in the other’s guard to pound that midsection. Roberts wastes little time, shooting in lefts and rights and trying to blast through that guard and puncture that tummy, occasionally going high to the head with a hook or jab to keep Avril guessing. Study of contrasts, however, with Lavigne instead blocking low, absorbing most of the dire punishment from her rival, before plowing heavy hooks back into the sides of the Ice Queen’s face! It’s clear that the Dollhouse Queen has been practicing for this sh*t! She KNEW that Emma would immediately go for her waistline, and manages to take advantage of her fervor early! Roberts growls and grunts and just REFUSES to give up the chase, however, keeps rushing in and pummeling the arms to little avail. Instead, Lavigne lights up her face with a late one-two combo to shove in the nose and smush the lips, following up with her own hooks to either side of the body to send the American blonde stumbling back, face twisted in shock! WIDE opening round for Avril, who manages to back up her words with action!

ROUND 2:
Roberts’ nostrils flaring, face brimming with rage still and wanting to win at the game she’s picked. She comes in hot at the bell, eyes zeroing in on her arch-rival’s tummy that’s still being protected by Avril’s guard. She’s gonna need to readjust her strategy if she hopes to start winning rounds. Or… You could just brute force it, we guess? Yelps and squeals from both ladies as they go spilling into the ropes multiple times, tangled up in each other’s arms. Emma fixes her own problem by bashing it with a hammer, or in this case, FORCING her gloves through or past the arms and into the Dollhouse Queen’s gut! OUCH! Lavigne caught off guard, powerless to defend herself in close quarters as she gets frequently thumped to the tummy -- she only has two arms after all to protect a swath of her waistline. Roberts continues to SNARL in her face, ramming those gloves in thick and heavy, enjoying the whoosh of air and harsh groan elicited from Lavigne’s lips. Though those punches are lacking in power and still being absorbed before they make contact, it’s getting the job done, with Roberts keeping up the pressure to the bell. Poor Lavigne only manages a few punches of her own that are landed off Roberts’ side, and it’s clear that she’s the one who might need to adapt going forward…

ROUND 3:
Roberts looks sapped early, but that’s what happens when you try to bully your way to victory. Girls spend the first minute just circling, looking cautious as hell, moving back at the slightest provocation. Roberts still taking punishment to her face, with her overeagerness to target Avril’s body leaving herself wide open to counterattacks from her rival. Neither girl is scoring points this way, but then again, the purpose of this One True Queen contest might be to hurt the other woman as much as possible by its end, scoring be damned. Roberts starts to find her own rhythm in the second minute, paying Avril back with sudden slams to her face to catch her off-guard, before swiftly pummeling her sides and ribs with follow-up lunges, just as Avril raises her arms to try and protect herself. Most of the action only ramps up in the final minute, as Avril struggles to defend more territory and allows Roberts to bully and punish her across the ring over and over. Bell rings and Roberts wins it again wide, though we’d assume she’d like to be targeting her foe’s softer parts, more often.

ROUND 4:
Emma’s again the aggressor, storming in hot, trying to disrupt Avril’s defensive pattern. She’ll need to break through those arms in order to score that sweet tummy flesh, and for now, no amount of strikes seems to be troubling Lavigne, who’s taken more abuse before and let’s not forget, has dealt with bullying tactics multiple times during her run as the FCBA Flyweight champion. Avril bites back in sharp hooks that deliberately target Emma’s face, swiveling her head painfully to the side with a POW and shout, those hooks gradually beginning to mark the blonde’s temple and cheeks. Emma STUBBORN as heck, just keeps coming and pummeling away, to her own detriment. She takes another harsh hook across the face to JOLT her entire frame off to the side, ALMOST sending her stumbling downwards if she hadn’t caught herself by the ropes! Lavigne looks smug from the other end of the ring, arms still semi-raised and a gloating smirk behind. Last minute and Queen Lavigne advances, now the one hitting shots from afar that smack into Emma’s abs with a puh puh puh, sharp jabs fired high and low to keep the Ice Queen in complete tatters! BAD round for Roberts, as Avril maneuvers herself back into this fight!

ROUND 5:
Emma seething all the way through the rest time, springing up from her stool before the bell rings, looking set to charge! This is meant to be HER time, goddamnit. But her hated rival is still standing… Lavigne begins to see a flicker of hope of her own, a smirk growing wider by the round as she comes forward ready to counter-strike once more. Roberts, however, doesn’t take the bait, blocking her hooks to the face before finding success in tit-for-tat bashes off the sides of the Canadian’s ribs and tummy in the interim. Lavigne hasn’t accounted for the COUNTERS to her counters, suddenly getting rocked left and right with her own punches first being intercepted by Roberts’ swift guard. Roberts bobbing and weaving, feinting and striking, completely outplaying the slower Lavigne who can’t keep up, WHAP! WHAP! The Canadian’s midsection is getting pounded after she bites on several of Emma’s feints and Avril gets folded several times, now in full retreat, trying to buy herself some space and time, but Emma ain’t selling! At the end of minute one, Roberts has landed several hard hooks square on those tender sides of the singer’s waistline, each shock to the system making her LURCH forward and forcing her footwork to slow, panting hard…

AND HERE COMES EMMA, sensing her time to dominate, aggressively charging at the faltering blonde and scoring singular sharp uppercuts and hooks to that pale belly that Avril is TOO SLOW to defend against, the singer’s arms moving in all directions but the right ones! Roberts picking and choosing choice shots, circumventing Lavigne’s arms and slamming gloves into tummy flesh, each harsh punch folding Avril over, who groans loudly and backs away on wobbly legs, her face a mixture of agony, panic and fear - she knows what awaits her if she loses this one! Not looking good for the self proclaimed Queen Lavigne! Three more thumps to the belly elicit more loud groans from the Canadian and Avril has to CHANGE her countenance, suddenly snarling and LASHING BACK, hoping to turn the tide, or at least, stave off disaster! She LUNGES at Roberts’ face with a wild surprise left hook, hoping to take the Ice Queen’s head off right then and there! BAM! AND ROBERTS GETS CAUGHT OFF GUARD! too focused on that tummy, the cocky actress takes one, two, THREE stiff KNOCKS to the sides of her head, which send her reeling to the side as well! With Lavigne stumbling after her for more, Roberts hides behind her guard, tightly covering her face and head from taking more big shots as she ducks, leaving her midsection ripe for the taking as Avril sees the opening and goes for it! HUP HUP HUP Lavigne shoves her gloves downstairs into Emma’s taut tummy with force to....surprisingly little effect as her fists bounce off the actress’ taut abs with not much to show for it allowing Emma to SPRING BACK TO LIFE with a surprise right hook of her own that catches Avril right on the nose! Lavigne STUMBLES BACKWARDS and the capacity crowd are beside themselves! Good LORD do these two want to KILL each other!

Emma ALL OVER HER again and THEY’RE GOING AT IT in the center of the ring, both fighters merely resetting their balance before BRAWLING AWAY! Lavigne back to trying to take off Emma’s head but the deft younger blonde is employing swerves and weaves, managing to duck under another wild haymaker before POUNDING at that slackened tummy and waistline with a couple of stiffer lefts and rights! OUCH!! LAVIGNE FOLDS LIKE A LAWN CHAIR, her mouth opening in an “O” and arms instinctively moving south to cover her body. SHE’S IN TROUBLE, backing away with wobbly legs, pain etched on her face… but ONE of them has to win out! Avril backs into the ropes, looking like she’s about to go down, however, the Ice Queen has OTHER IDEAS. She f*cking wants more, ladies and gents!

With a huff, Roberts rushes in and positions herself in close contact, inserting her arm under Av’s armpits to STOP her from falling! Lavigne’s face is twisted into a half-snarl, half-panting mess, but she’s nothing but putty in her foe’s hands at this stage, her tummy heaving and chest crying for air. She tries to jostle and push back, to no avail! Roberts simply HOISTS her back up, using her own body to support her spent form! Emma drapes one of Avril’s wilted arms over the top rope for support, before leaning into her prey, that smirk plastered wide and firm to Lavigne’s trembling cheek: “Who’s the one true queen now, b*tch?!!” Before Avril can reply, a big uppercut is SHOVED into her unprotected belly with a loud THUMP and “OOUFFFFF!” The poor Canadian gets folded over the fist, eyes wide with shock, Roberts still smirking by her side and having leaned into the punch! NOT over, folks! Roberts has her prey right where she wants her, and continues to JACK four more such uppercuts into the same soft belly flesh! OOOFFF! One right above Lavigne’s pierced belly button! OOOFFFFFF! Another right ON the button! OOUFFFF!!! Another right underneath into Avril’s lower belly pooch...OOOOFFF!!! And ANOTHER smacks into that belly button again! Lavigne wilts like putty in her rival’s hands, her gloves uselessly grasping at Emma’s shoulders as each punch makes landfall, jackknifing her body in half and forcing more groans and gasps from her lips! Soon, she desperately leans over for respite, trying to hug her nemesis and pull her close in order to negate the abuse, but Emma simply scowls and shoves Avril’s spent form back into ropes, slowly pushing her into the corner post, where Avril’s back collides into the hard steel and AGAIN wants to go down! Roberts again not letting her! The Ice Queen quickly grabs Lavigne’s droopy arms draping them over the top rope and clearing the way for her final assault on the Canadian’s destroyed belly – The crowd going WILD as Emma goes APESHIT all over Avril’s unprotected reddened belly – MACHINE GUN STYLE!

An endless barrage of 1-2 combinations pound the helpless singer’s midsection into pulp with her limp arms dangling up and down atop the top rope as the punches sink into her midsection, jaw slacked and eyes bulging from this unprecedented assault on her pale tummy! Lavigne’s back slowly SLIDING down the cornerpost whilst still taking a barrage after barrage of lightning-fast combos from Roberts, who pummels her like her new extra-soft punching bag! FINALLY, the poor singer’s legs give out, and the referee himself has SEEN ENOUGH, hauling a rage-filled Roberts off her prey! DOWN AVRIL GOES, crumpling down on her butt hugging her midsection, a look of pure agony on her defeated face as she curls into a ball in the corner, her shocked face resting on the bottom rope, helplessly trying to suck in air! The referee doesn’t even start the count, simply bending over to ask her repeatedly if she even wants to continue… But the only sounds emitted by Lavigne are pathetic groans and gasps for air! With her belly beyond destroyed, It’s crystal clear she can’t continue! AND THAT’S IT! The ref’s waving for the bell! This AMD battle is OVER IN BRUTAL FASHION!

Official Result: Emma Roberts defeats Avril Lavigne via KO5!

AFTER:
Holly Hell! A cacophony of boos and cheers fill the arena as the bell rings, Emma Roberts pounding her own tummy with her right glove in a display of dominance before raising both arms up high, smirking cockily as she turns to face the fans in center-ring, striking a pose as her arm is raised by the ref to officially declare her the winner of tonight's AMD contest.

In the background, the Dollhouse medical team can be seen climbing into the ring and rushing towards Lavigne’s beaten form to administer some urgent medical help as the singer seems to be completely incapacitated on the mat much to the dismay of her many fans!

With two dominant wins in a row now over Lavigne, Roberts has now taken the lead in the series for the first time, leading 2-1 in the overall score and needing only 2 more wins to be crowned the ‘One True Queen’. Grinning from ear to ear, the Ice Queen grabs a microphone from her team and struts back to the center of the ring.

“Guess what? I win. Surprise surprise. And with barely a scratch on my utterly superior abs.” Emma pauses, patting her mildly red tummy. “This AMD thing is actually pretty easy, and quite fun... I might just try it again some time.” She continues, getting a big, loud reaction from her fans.

“Although, to be fair, I DID fight probably the worst AMD fighter in the entire FCBA tonight. Maybe I’ll try someone who actually HAS abs next time.” Emma chuckles.

“But back to the real matter at hand, as you all know....Since Avril and her flabby pudgy belly lost miserably tonight, she will have to kiss my glorious abs momentarily. The rules actually state that she will have to place her lips on my abs for 5 full....LONG... seconds. She won't get away with just a little peck, not tonight.” Emma smiles cruely, eliciting another round of loud cheers from her rabid fans. “It’s going to be GLORIOUS!”.

“But...she seems to be having some major difficulties getting her ass off the mat after I DESTROYED that soft gut of hers. So....while we wait for this loser to get herself together...I’ll take this time to tell you about the stipulation I have chosen for our next fight...” she smirks as the crowd begins humming with excitement.

“Well, I’m very pleased to announce our 4th fight of the series will be a ‘PLEASE STOP’ bout. There will be NO stoppages, NO knockout endings, no....the fight will only end when Avril BEGS me to stop beating her and utters the words “Please stop” into a freaking microphone.” Emma smirks, pausing for emphasis as the noise levels in the arena reach new heights.

“Yes yes...it can also end if *I* say those words....but, let’s be real. The only place where THAT would ever happen is in Avril’s WILDEST DREAMS. After beating her for the second time in a row tonight, it seems like this series is already all but over. She WILL beg me to stop.”

“But enough of that. Now...now she has to worship my abs.” Emma smiles. “Times up, chubby b*tch!.” And with that, Roberts marches towards Lavigne’s corner, where the now teary-eyed singer is recovering slowly than anticipated, still lying on her side on the mat, surrounded by her medical team who get swiftly pushed aside and barked on as Roberts makes her intentions known.

“Out of my freaking way guys, this loser has a date with my abs.” She sneers before leaning down and grabbing a handful of Avril’s sweaty blonde hair, yanking the teary singer to all four, forcing her to crawl behind her as she struts back to center ring with her prize in tow.

“Are those TEARS?!” Emma snorts. “Oh wow, She’s CRYING guys....” she giggles. “Maybe you should have spent more time in the gym working on that pathetic flabby body instead of partying and drinking alcohol every night...you might have stood a chance, Ms. Glass Tummy.” Roberts sneers down at her humiliated rival whimpering on all fours.

“On your f*cking knees b*tch!!!” Emma shouts into the microphone, using her free hand to grab Avril’s scalp and hoist the defeated singer to her knees with a whimper.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Lavigne lowers her head in shame, the proud singer looking as miserable and as broken as we’ve ever seen her, on her knees with her face mere inches from Emma’s flat, sweaty tummy.

“Everyone ready your phone cameras! This is going to BREAK twitter tonight!” Emma says into the microphone smiling, before throwing it away and placing her hands on her hips, standing proud and tall in front of the whimpering Canadian.

“Now Kiss’em, right here.” Emma commands, pointing to the center of her tummy, right above her belly button. “And we will ALL count to 5 together to make sure you don’t cheat. You may begin.”

The Loudest boos of the night fill the arena as Avril’s fans express their immense contempt towards the Ice Queen, but unfortunately this isn't going to save their idol from her fate tonight.

Looking completely miserable and humiliated, the once proud singer hesitates for a bit as she looks directly into Emma’s glistening abs, but there’s nothing she can do....the rules state that if she doesn’t comply, she WILL lose both her money and the chance at the throne.

And with an audible cry, Avril finally succumbs to her fate. Leaning forward, Lavigne curles her trembling lips in utter disgust before closing her eyes and placing them on Emma’s sweat drenched tummy as the arena explodes in a cacophony of cheers and boos all around her!

OH MY! LAVIGNE IS KISSING ROBERT’S ABS! ITS HAPPENING!

It’s a sight to behold and something we’ve NEVER seen before, and you can bet you’ll see it all over social media tonight folks: Emma Roberts standing proud and tall above her defeated, humiliated arch-rival, hands on her hips and a huge satisfied smile on her face as a humbled, broken Avril Lavigne has her lips pressed against her abdomen in a total display of AB DOMINANCE!

1.....2.....3.....4..... Emma and her fans count slowly, seeing Avril visibly squirm as she tastes the American actress’ superior tummy for the full 5 count....

...aaaand 5!!! Finally, Lavigne pulls back when she knows she’s allowed to, visibly sobbing, a mix of tears and Robert’s body sweat smeared all over her once pretty face.

“Good girl....Feels good to touch REAL abs, right? Hope you learned who has the BEST and ONLY abs in this ring. Now, SHOO...loser.” Emma proceeds to shove Avril away from her, the singer crumpling back to the mat on her side, burying her face in her wrist, and it’s hard to tell which part of the proud Canadian former champ is more broken, her spirit or her body.

Placing her boot on the sobbing blonde thigh, Emma poses for the cameras one more time, flexing her biceps with one arm and the other pointing at her victorious abs. “Hashtag AbDomination!” Emma shouts, informing the fans on where to find images and videos of tonight’s action on the Twitter/X app.

Finally done with her victory celebrations, Roberts exits the ring to loud boos once again, surrounded by her team and security, flipping Lavigne’s fans as she proudly struts through the aisle, giggling in their faces and patting her exposed tummy the entire time, asking if they “Want a taste too?” to further antagonize them.

Soon, Emma finally disappears behind the curtains, leaving Avril still lying in the ring after suffering perhaps the most humiliating moment of her career yet, the humbled singer is lying on her side in the center of the ring, her teary face buried into her right arm on the mat, her left arm still grabbing her destroyed midsection, seemingly unable to get up by herself from the immense pain still vibrating through her body from the belly punishment she endured tonight.

No choice for Dollhouse CEO Carmen Electra it seems but to enter the ring, ordering the medical team to bring in a stretcher to assist Lavigne out of the arena. The team surrounds the humiliated singer completely to absolve her of having to show her sobbing face again as they carry her out of the ring and onto the oncoming stretcher.

It’s a sad night for Lavigne and her fans, perhaps the saddest one yet - most of them seen leaving the arena with their heads hanging low, a few fights even breaking out in the crowd between Avril and Emma fans. Seems like this rivalry took a huge turn tonight and things are expected to only get more intense from here. With the overall score now being 2-1 in Robert’s favor, Lavigne will have an uphill battle awaiting her for the rest of this series, starting with these two’s upcoming ‘PLEASE STOP’ bout in two weeks time, hopefully she can make a full recovery by then, if not – losing to Emma again (in a ‘Please Stop’ bout no less) will put her in a huge 3-1 hole, something she may not be able to recover from to win the series. We wish Avril a speedy recovery and better luck next time!

And of course...Congratulations to Emma Roberts, undisputed winner of tonight’s AMD contest!