1. Emma Watson vs. Teresa Palmer (Body Saddle)
Dec 16, 2023 7:45:57 GMT -6
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Post by caspian on Dec 16, 2023 7:45:57 GMT -6
VIX: All Saddled Up @ the Castle Theatre (Bloomington, IL)
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
1. Emma Watson vs. Teresa Palmer (Body Saddle)
Emma:
(32, 5’5, 64:30 FCBA, VIXENs)
Teresa:
(37, 5’6, 3:3 FCBA, Lookout! Atlantic Boxing)
BEFORE:
The press conference at the Castle Theatre teems with anticipation as Emma Watson and Teresa Palmer prepare to give their respective statements to the press. Teresa is dressed casually in a white tank top and jeans, showing off a toned midriff, whereas Emma has gone for something stylish and chic, a long pants suit with a plunging neckline.
At the table, Emma speaks up first, her voice resonating with authority, "Tonight, it's about proving my value in this league. Teresa may think she's ready to face a former champion, but I intend to leave her no doubt about who's the superior fighter. By the end of the night, she'll be saddled as my personal trophy."
Tough words from the usually gentle Emma. But Teresa, looking unfazed and poised, retorts with a steely gaze, "Emma's confidence is admirable, but overconfidence is a dangerous thing. I've trained hard for this moment. This isn't just a fight for me; it's a statement. I'll be the one doing the saddling tonight, and everyone will remember it."
After exchanging barbs, the fighters rise from their seats for the face-off, stepping into the limelight. They stand nose-to-nose, fists raised, knuckles pressed gently at first against each other's toned waistlines. It's Emma who breaks the silence first, a slight smirk on her face as she taunts Teresa, "You're just a cheap Stewart, Teresa. And tonight, I'll prove it."
Teresa's eyes blaze with fury as Emma's taunt cuts through the air. Without warning, her restraint vanishes, and she thrusts a swift, powerful uppercut directly into Emma's midsection. The impact is brutal and purposeful, her fist drilling deep into Watson's stomach. Immediately, Emma's body folds around Teresa's fist, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as she staggers back, her face contorted in a mix of pain and shock.
Still in her grasp, Teresa leans in close, her voice dripping with scorn, "Not so confident now, are we?" Her words are a venomous sneer, meant to twist the knife of her physical strike. However, Emma, gritting her teeth, summons her strength and launches a fierce uppercut of her own right down the middle. Her fist rockets upward, crashing into Teresa's abdomen with a resounding thud, the force of the blow making the blonde's body jerk upwards. The Australian fighter's eyes widen in shock as she reels from the unexpected counterattack.
The two women, now locked in a heated exchange, throw caution to the wind. Fists fly in both directions as they engage in a frenzied brawl, tugging at hair and bra straps before spilling over onto the stage itself in a symphony of squeals and shouts. Incredibly rare to see the poised Emma Watson descend to such levels of madness, but it just goes to show how much Palmer has gotten into her head. And with the stakes in this body saddle match higher than ever before, one can only imagine what will happen when one fighter is standing over the other by the end of the night.
Fight night rolls around and we’ve got Emma Watson striding down the ramp first, looking sparkling and riding a successful year as a Vixen. Just earlier, she beat Lily Collins to the Hall-of-Fame, and scored another victory later over her old stablemate Michelle Williams. Sure, she failed to regain a title, but the former Flyweight champion already has enough accolades to retire comfortably.
Emma emerges from the stage dressed in a silver sports top and white boxing trunks, with a pair of midnight black gloves to round off the look. She smiles and waves to the crowds, and eyes that body saddle parked and cleaned and sitting by the ring itself, as she climbs the steps and heads to her corner.
The VIX saddle has been custom-made for its namesake’s stable, and represents the pride and proud tradition of its members identity. It’s made of polished leather and gold studs, with rows of pink diamonds adorning each side. Of course, an army of technicians will be on hand tonight, wiping the saddle down after use, cleaning it of blood, sweat, and tears, for its next unfortunate victim to be strapped to it.
Miss Palmer herself has a lot of bravado for someone who hasn’t fought since 2022, where she no doubt lost that fight against Emma’s nemesis herself, Lily Collins. Still, Teresa looks hella fit and ravishing as she emerges from the curtains, a bright red sports bra and black trunks revealing her stockier but toned body. She raises a pair of yellow gloves to the crowds, smiling and pumping those fists as she comes down the aisle.
Later, in the ring, both women get set in their fighting stances from their respective corners. They have their eyes set on each other, their previous taunts still echoing through the air as they look for the victory and reward of NOT getting saddled and humiliated by the end of the evening.
And with the referee’s signal in the air, there’s the opening bell and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
ROUND 1:
From the onset, it's Emma who takes the initiative. She starts the round with a burst of energy, her movements quick and precise. Her strategy is clear – to outmaneuver and outpace her opponent. Emma's jabs are sharp and focused, repeatedly finding their mark on Teresa's face and body. Each punch is accompanied by a crisp snapping sound as leather meets cheek and bone, while Teresa seems to struggle to find her rhythm. The Lookout! starlet attempts to retaliate with her own series of swings at the head, but Emma's agility proves to be a significant advantage, Watson easily sidestepping before countering with swift combinations that rattle her back. The sound of Emma's gloves thudding against Teresa's arms and body punctuates the arena, before she lands a series of solid body shots that cause Palmer to wince and momentarily falter. Emma's footwork is exemplary, keeping her just out of reach of Teresa's more powerful swings until the final minute of the round, where Emma ramps up her assault. She throws a flurry of jabs and crosses, each one snapping Teresa's head back or sinking deep into her torso. Palmer tries to switch to a defense, her gloves moving to block and parry, but Emma's relentless pace and precision leave little room for effective counters. As the bell rings to mark the end of the round, Emma steps back, her chest heaving slightly from the exertion but with a confident smile on her lips. Teresa, meanwhile, looks visibly shaken as she makes her way back to her corner, the round a wide victory for Watson, who managed to outclass and outbox her with a combination of speed, agility, and tactical prowess. The tone for the fight has been set, and it's clear the blonde will need to adjust her strategy if she hopes to turn the tide in her favor.
ROUND 2:
Palmer emerges from her corner with a renewed sense of purpose. Her stance is more aggressive, intent on using her longer reach and bigger bulk to focus on hurting Watson. Teresa wastes no time, closing the distance rapidly to press the action, starting with a solid left jab that lands true, snapping Emma’s head back, followed by a right cross that slams into Watson’s cheek. Watson looks slightly shocked by this development, having come out of her corner looking too smug and confident. The Vixen immediately tries to reestablish her rhythm from the first round, moving fast and attempting to dodge and circle away, but Teresa simply gives chase, herding her about the ring with more punches and swings thrown towards her head, eventually cutting off the ring and trapping Emma against the ropes. And once Emma is cornered, Teresa begins her bombardment: she unloads a series of body shots to Emma’s guard and below the arms, thudding shots sunk into Emma's sides, eliciting grunts of discomfort from the Vixen. Leather gloves thump rhythmically and often against the sides of Emma’s ribs and abdomen, each blow methodically wearing down her opponent and drawing sharp gasps from her throat. Emma tries to fight back, of course, throwing counterpunches in a bid to escape the assault. But Palmer’s guard is tight, and most of Watson’s shots are deflected or absorbed, with little effect. Meanwhile, Teresa’s focus remains unshaken, her fists continuing to find their mark on and around Emma’s arms. In a particularly vicious exchange, Teresa lands a combination – a left hook to the head followed by a straight right to the body that visibly stuns Emma. Watson stumbles back, her guard momentarily dropping, and Teresa capitalizes with another straight hand that snaps the Brit’s head back. When the bell rings, Teresa steps back, a satisfied smirk on her face, clearly aware that she’s managed to even the score this time. Emma, visibly weary, makes her way back to her corner with slowed movements and labored breathing. The round was a decisive victory for Palmer, and with the fight now balanced, the crowd eagerly awaits the next round in this increasingly intense matchup.
ROUND 3:
The third starts with an unexpected twist, as Palmer launches a powerful overhand early enough that CRUNCHES into Emma's face, stunning the younger fighter! OUCH! The impact sends the Brit reeling backward, her guard momentarily lowered due to the shock and pain. And here comes Teresa, moving in swiftly! She closes the gap, and before Emma can fully recover, wraps the Vixen up in a tight clinch. Emma, still dazed and trying to regain her senses, finds herself trapped in a vice-like grip on her shoulders and neck. Emma, despite her weakened state, immediately attempts to fight back. She throws punches to get Palmer off her, but her attempts are feeble and futile, glancing off Palmer’s chin and body, but restricted by the clinch, she can't generate the power she needs, making her retaliatory strikes seem more like soft taps against Teresa's sturdy frame. Instead, it’s Palmer who’s in full control, beginning her punishing assault with a wide hook that catches Watson clean on the chin, jolting her head to the side. Then, a a vicious uppercut folds the Brit over. Palmer continues the assault, each "thump, thump, thump," buried deeper and deeper into Emma's tummy, making her body jerk with each hit. Emma gasps and grunts, each sound a mix of growing pain and desperation, as she tries to absorb the blows. Not limiting herself to the body, Teresa also targets Emma's chest. Her hooks swinging in and landing with a "smack" against the ribs and breasts, sending more waves of pain through her frame. Emma's attempts to break free are futile either trying to pry at Teresa’s waistline or shoulders, but the Aussie’s hold on her is ironclad, using one arm to control Emma's head and neck, preventing her from slipping away, while her other arm works like a piston – delivering blow after blow. Emma's body shudders under the onslaught, her legs weakening as the round progresses. As the round reaches its climax, the scene in the ring grows increasingly intense, until Emma's body, overwhelmed by the barrage, begins to wilt in Teresa's unyielding grasp. Palmer, sensing Emma’s weakening resolve, takes the psychological warfare to the next level. She pulls a beleaguered Emma closer, almost protectively, her arm wrapping around Emma’s waist, the Vixen’s shocked and pained face now pressed against her chest. Then, she leans in, her lips close to Emma's ear, whispering taunts and words of domination. "You're mine now, Hermione," she hisses, her voice a mix of triumph and menace. Emma, too exhausted and dazed to respond, can only lean helplessly against her conqueror. The referee, noticing the prolonged clinch, quickly intervenes. He pries Teresa's arms away from Emma, enforcing the separation. Emma stumbles backward, her face a canvas of pain and shock, as Teresa, still brimming with confidence, steps back with a satisfied smirk. The psychological edge is now firmly in Teresa's corner as the fighters prepare for the next round, with Emma visibly shaken by the ordeal she just endured.
ROUND 4:
The fourth opens with a noticeable shift. Emma looks focused and refueled, especially by the need for retribution. She comes out of the corner with a blazing intensity, and the first minute sees her unleashing a torrent of precise strikes, her gloves snapping sharply into Palmer's face, all the while keeping her feet moving and herself away from her rival. The crowd watches in awe as her jabs and crosses cut through the air, each connecting with a satisfying thud against Teresa's cheeks and forehead. Teresa thought Emma would be subdued and at least winded from the events of the last round, instead getting caught off-guard by the sudden resurgence. She tries to reestablish her footing, blocking the light jabs and absorbing the bigger hits with her arms, but Emma's constant pressure gives her little room to breathe. Midway through the round, Emma capitalizes on a brief opening, throwing her defenses into disarray with a low feint to the ribs before nailing the Aussie girl with a staggering haymaker that rocks her head back, Teresa’s blonde locks fluttering wildly from the impact. Instantly, the blonde’s knees buckle slightly as she stumbles towards the ropes, a clear sign of the shot's potency. And Emma closes in, with fire in her eyes and retribution on her mind! Her body language exudes confidence as she initiates a clinch with the bigger girl, but unlike the desperate grappling of the previous rounds, this time the move is calculated and controlling, using one hand to clasp around the back of Teresa's head, pulling it down, while her other hand starts to work Teresa's chin over with snappy punches. Each uppercut Emma lands to the base is targeted and forceful, snapping the blonde’s head back and visibly stunning the older fighter. Then, with Teresa now dazed and her defenses weakened, Emma shifts her focus, raining a series of punishing body shots to her ribs and abdomen, each swipe of leather across the toned flesh drawing groans from Teresa as her body jerks and jolts in the taller Brit’s grasp. Cheers from Watson’s fans in the audience at the sight of their fighter finally scoring payback. Meanwhile, Palmer's attempts to retaliate are sluggish, her own hooks growing heavy as they return fire, although it could just be Miss Watson shrugging off the pain through her adrenaline. In the heat of the moment, Emma turns her aggression up a notch, tightening her grip on Teresa's hair and pulling her head to the side to better expose the vulnerable midsection. "You’re not looking so tough now, are you, sweet thing?" Emma coos into Palmer's ear, her words dripping with condescendence as she pulls the Australian's head in closer, almost locking their faces together in a tense proximity. Then, Emma's right glove flies in one last time, the fist churning the blonde’s stomach and making her lurch forward with her lips parted and her eyelids fluttering. Just as the bell rings, still Emma doesn’t release her foe, instead leaning in even closer, her lips brushing against Teresa's cheek, as she whispers: "I'm just getting started. You're gonna be feeling this hurt for days.” Finally, the Brit releases her grip on Teresa's hair and steps back, leaving her opponent bent over and gasping for air on the nearby ropes. Teresa's pinkish abdomen heaves as she tries to regain her breath, her face contorted in pain. The Australian, visibly shaken, staggers back to her corner.
ROUND 5:
Round 5 unfolds with Emma seizing control early, her punches sharp and precise. She targets Teresa’s head with precise, straight jabs that catch the Aussie blonde clean on the nose and lips, and stopping her from coming in all the way. Then, follow-up thumps land on Teresa's ribs and midsection, drawing grunts of discomfort from her mouth. With her bigger bulk and slightly less agile movements, Teresa’s attempts to dodge and weave are met with limited success, with Emma’s constant pressure keeping her on her toes and on track to win the round. However, the momentum shifts dramatically midway through, with Teresa, tired of taking sh*t from the Brit, finds an opening and executes: a perfectly-timed hook catches Emma flush on the jawline, whipping her face to the side with a grunt and jolt. Immediately, Watson's knees buckle under the impact, her eyes widening in shock as her body instinctively recoils and twists from the blow! OUCH! The punch seems to sap the strength from her legs, leaving the poor Vixen vulnerable! And Teresa WADES in, looking to settle! The blonde fighter ramps up her offense, driving Emma backwards with more stiff shots across her arms, eventually trapping her against the ropes with a relentless barrage of lefts and rights! There, Emma’s powerless to defend herself, head and upper torso getting rocked by heavy hooks, and Teresa's gloves eventually slamming into the sides of her cheeks and temples! Watson in trouble indeed, her head rocking from side to side, and more fists shoved into her unprotected belly, each heaving punch making her toned waistline ripple and contort, forcing out sharp exhalations of pain from her lips. And as Emma weakens, Teresa presses in some more, hoping to score the knockdown! Palmer pins Emma to the ropes, her hips strapped in and pressed against the Brit’s, using her arms to encircle both her waistline and tummy. Emma, her face a mask of shock and fatigue, can barely hold herself up, let alone her guard, semi-relying on Teresa’s body for support. The Lookout fighter, her face now inches from Emma’s, sneers with a victorious glint in her eyes. "Get ready to be saddled, Ems. Because I'm just getting started,” she growls, punctuating her words with a teasing but painful punch to Emma's side torso, which makes her body jolt and lurch forward again, right into her embrace. Thankfully, the bell rings much later, with Teresa enjoying her dominant perch and rocking the British actress silly with more sordid hooks to her head, finally leaving Emma staggered and draped along the ropes, clearly shaken by the intensity of the round. Teresa, confident and in control, walks back to her corner, her eyes never leaving her foe, as if savoring the sight of her weakened opponent, with the round, though closely contested, clearly shifting in Teresa's favor.
ROUND 6:
Watson, still reeling from the previous round's beating, emerges from her corner with a look of steely determination, her eyes wary but still determined to win this. Teresa on the other hand senses her moment to end the fight and score an upset, and advances with the same aggression that has served her well so far. The opening minute is a tactical dance, with Emma employing her agility to keep a rampaging Palmer at bay. Watson's movements are more calculated now, using cautious jabs and crosses to the arms and head, aimed at slowing Teresa down. Palmer, however, remains undeterred and hopeful, marching in and swinging away at the leaner girl’s head, looking for that one decisive blow. Several solid shots do bash into the body, each one drawing a sharp response from Emma's lips, but Watson is better braced and used to her opponent’s power, and quickly skirts backwards each time Palmer connects with a hit to her torso. Meanwhile, she’s keeping her gaze always fixed upon her opponent, looking for that one opportunity to strike. As the second minute ticks away, Emma finds her rhythm, starts countering Teresa’s aggression with quick flurries of her own to her cheek and chin, each of her punches becoming more and more forceful: a swift jab lands on Teresa's nose, followed by a straight right that rocks her head back with a grunt, sending her hair flying. Suddenly, Teresa, whether in desperation of frustration, lunges in with a powerful hook aimed at Emma's head. But Watson, in a moment of clarity, sidesteps the blow and SWISH - counters with a devastating uppercut of her own! The punch EXPLODES on the base of Teresa's chin, snapping her head back with a jarring impact. All of a sudden, Teresa's legs give way, and she COLLAPSES to the canvas in a heap, her body going limp as she hits the ground! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Miss Watson, who looks most relieved as she leans into the nearby ropes for support! Could this be it?!
The referee immediately steps in to begin the count. Teresa, looking dazed and still struggling, tries to pull herself up, but the rest of her body doesn't respond. Meanwhile, Emma is counting her blessings in the neutral corner, patches of her torso turned a bright shade of pink as her belly bleats in and out, and she inhales greedy breaths of air. She knows that this fight might just well go the distance, and needs every advantage she can get! But Teresa looks like she’s suffered a concussion, her body still rippling with power but she keeps losing balance after trying to rise upwards to steady herself. And eventually, the count reaches ten, and she falls back down with a cry of anguish! There’s the sound of the final bell, with the referee signaling for the end of the bout!
Official Result: Emma Watson defeats Teresa Palmer via KO6!
AFTER:
Emma lets out a triumphant cry after the bell rings, her arms raised high. She makes quick work of her gloves, biting down on the strings and tugging them off her hands with a fierce intensity that mirrors the fight she's just won. She knows that Palmer needs to be put in her place, and the sooner that leather hits the canvas, the better.
Meanwhile, Palmer sits dazed in the center of the ring, not noticing Emma striding towards her from behind with a purposeful gait. Without hesitation, Emma helps herself to two fistfuls of Aussie’s blonde hair from behind, Palmer uttering a groan as she’s hauled off her ass and pulled slowly up to her knees, then back to her feet. “Come on up, little blondie,” Emma huffs and pulls, taking her time.
Turned around to face her opponent, Palmer's eyes look glaze over, her lips slightly parted and panting, her body still reeling from the knockout. “You thought you could handle me?” Emma taunts her to her face, her voice dripping with sweet scorn. “Time to show you what happens when you step into the ring with championship material.”
With Teresa still struggling to maintain her balance, Emma assertively wraps an arm around her waistline, their hips pressed together in a display of dominance. Teresa’s body is wracked with exhaustion and pain, but she’s still trying feebly to push Emma away, her hands flailing at the Brit’s shoulders, or attempting to slap and pull at her hair, but to no avail.
Emma’s bare-knuckled hooks are ruthless and precise. She targets Teresa’s battered midsection first, her balled fists sinking deep into the battered flesh of Palmer's stomach. Each punch causes the Aussie’s frame to jolt and shudder violently, but that firm grip around her waist keeps her upright and standing, leaving her no room to escape the punishment.
Emma guides Teresa back until her back is pressed against the frayed ropes. Then, the Brit moves in even closer, her thighs and pelvis pressed firmly against Teresa's, both arms now encircling the faltering blonde's body, at the waist, wrapping her up tightly in a bearhug that's both supportive and constrictive, and fully reminiscent of Teresa’s earlier treatment of the Vixen during the middle of the match.
Leaning in close, Emma's lips hover a mere inch from Teresa's, and in a voice laced with mocking confidence, she whispers and smirks. “This is just the beginning, you know? You’re mine now, sweetheart…” Emma’s tone is a blend of taunt and triumph, the words meant to sting as much as her fists.
In this moment, Teresa is completely at Emma's mercy, her body sagging against the stronger woman’s, and held upright only by the firm grip around her waist. The once-fiery fighter has now been reduced to a barely conscious state, hanging limply in Emma's arms as the final vestiges of her resistance fade away.
Then, Teresa slumps back down to the ground, Emma letting gravity do its work. The Vixen quickly strides over to the nearby ropes, where she retrieves the body saddle from the ring officials. And marching right back, she begins to strap it around Teresa’s battered torso with ease, the leather straps slowly tightening over bruised skin and eliciting short yelps from Palmer’s lips.
With a cruel smirk, Emma swings her legs over Teresa’s back and seizes her blonde hair from behind, gripping it firmly in a knotted grip. Palmer half wants to sag, half being hovered above the ground, until Emma begins to urge her forward with rough, rhythmic thrusts of her hips into the saddle itself, urging her captive foe forward. Teresa, still dazed and weak, can do little but comply, her body crawling at Emma's command.
After a couple of steps, Emma is more than content to stand astride the beaten girl’s kneeling form, planting both her feet firmly on either side of her hips and using her slender legs to keep the beaten woman from collapsing by crushing her ribs and body in a standing scissors. There, she poses for the cameras, a triumphant gladiator basking in the glory of her win.
Later, in the privacy of her locker room, Emma Watson sits, a towel draped around her shoulders, her eyes still alight with the thrill of victory. She addresses the press with a smug yet sweet smile.
"You know, I've had my share of tough matches, but it's always the same story," Emma begins. "Other girls think they can body up to me and come out on top. But they always come up short. Teresa tried, bless her, but she ended up just like the rest – another notch on my belt. It's not just about strength; it's about strategy, and I've got plenty of both."
In stark contrast, Teresa Palmer sits in her own backstage area, nursing her bruises, but her spirit undimmed. Her eyes burn with a mix of frustration and determination as she speaks to the press.
"Emma's smug about her win, but let's be real – she's soft and I know I can bring her down," Teresa states defiantly. "Sure, she got the better of me this time, but it was close, closer than she'd like to admit. Next time, it's going to be a different story. I've felt her punches, I know her moves now, and I'm coming back stronger."
Her voice hardens with resolve as she continues, "Next time we meet, it's going to be my fists churning her insides. She won't be able to hide behind her little tricks. And when I win, I'm not just going to beat her; I'm going to ride her. I'm going to humiliate her the way she thinks she humiliated me."
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
1. Emma Watson vs. Teresa Palmer (Body Saddle)
Emma:
(32, 5’5, 64:30 FCBA, VIXENs)
Teresa:
(37, 5’6, 3:3 FCBA, Lookout! Atlantic Boxing)
BEFORE:
The press conference at the Castle Theatre teems with anticipation as Emma Watson and Teresa Palmer prepare to give their respective statements to the press. Teresa is dressed casually in a white tank top and jeans, showing off a toned midriff, whereas Emma has gone for something stylish and chic, a long pants suit with a plunging neckline.
At the table, Emma speaks up first, her voice resonating with authority, "Tonight, it's about proving my value in this league. Teresa may think she's ready to face a former champion, but I intend to leave her no doubt about who's the superior fighter. By the end of the night, she'll be saddled as my personal trophy."
Tough words from the usually gentle Emma. But Teresa, looking unfazed and poised, retorts with a steely gaze, "Emma's confidence is admirable, but overconfidence is a dangerous thing. I've trained hard for this moment. This isn't just a fight for me; it's a statement. I'll be the one doing the saddling tonight, and everyone will remember it."
After exchanging barbs, the fighters rise from their seats for the face-off, stepping into the limelight. They stand nose-to-nose, fists raised, knuckles pressed gently at first against each other's toned waistlines. It's Emma who breaks the silence first, a slight smirk on her face as she taunts Teresa, "You're just a cheap Stewart, Teresa. And tonight, I'll prove it."
Teresa's eyes blaze with fury as Emma's taunt cuts through the air. Without warning, her restraint vanishes, and she thrusts a swift, powerful uppercut directly into Emma's midsection. The impact is brutal and purposeful, her fist drilling deep into Watson's stomach. Immediately, Emma's body folds around Teresa's fist, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as she staggers back, her face contorted in a mix of pain and shock.
Still in her grasp, Teresa leans in close, her voice dripping with scorn, "Not so confident now, are we?" Her words are a venomous sneer, meant to twist the knife of her physical strike. However, Emma, gritting her teeth, summons her strength and launches a fierce uppercut of her own right down the middle. Her fist rockets upward, crashing into Teresa's abdomen with a resounding thud, the force of the blow making the blonde's body jerk upwards. The Australian fighter's eyes widen in shock as she reels from the unexpected counterattack.
The two women, now locked in a heated exchange, throw caution to the wind. Fists fly in both directions as they engage in a frenzied brawl, tugging at hair and bra straps before spilling over onto the stage itself in a symphony of squeals and shouts. Incredibly rare to see the poised Emma Watson descend to such levels of madness, but it just goes to show how much Palmer has gotten into her head. And with the stakes in this body saddle match higher than ever before, one can only imagine what will happen when one fighter is standing over the other by the end of the night.
Fight night rolls around and we’ve got Emma Watson striding down the ramp first, looking sparkling and riding a successful year as a Vixen. Just earlier, she beat Lily Collins to the Hall-of-Fame, and scored another victory later over her old stablemate Michelle Williams. Sure, she failed to regain a title, but the former Flyweight champion already has enough accolades to retire comfortably.
Emma emerges from the stage dressed in a silver sports top and white boxing trunks, with a pair of midnight black gloves to round off the look. She smiles and waves to the crowds, and eyes that body saddle parked and cleaned and sitting by the ring itself, as she climbs the steps and heads to her corner.
The VIX saddle has been custom-made for its namesake’s stable, and represents the pride and proud tradition of its members identity. It’s made of polished leather and gold studs, with rows of pink diamonds adorning each side. Of course, an army of technicians will be on hand tonight, wiping the saddle down after use, cleaning it of blood, sweat, and tears, for its next unfortunate victim to be strapped to it.
Miss Palmer herself has a lot of bravado for someone who hasn’t fought since 2022, where she no doubt lost that fight against Emma’s nemesis herself, Lily Collins. Still, Teresa looks hella fit and ravishing as she emerges from the curtains, a bright red sports bra and black trunks revealing her stockier but toned body. She raises a pair of yellow gloves to the crowds, smiling and pumping those fists as she comes down the aisle.
Later, in the ring, both women get set in their fighting stances from their respective corners. They have their eyes set on each other, their previous taunts still echoing through the air as they look for the victory and reward of NOT getting saddled and humiliated by the end of the evening.
And with the referee’s signal in the air, there’s the opening bell and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
ROUND 1:
From the onset, it's Emma who takes the initiative. She starts the round with a burst of energy, her movements quick and precise. Her strategy is clear – to outmaneuver and outpace her opponent. Emma's jabs are sharp and focused, repeatedly finding their mark on Teresa's face and body. Each punch is accompanied by a crisp snapping sound as leather meets cheek and bone, while Teresa seems to struggle to find her rhythm. The Lookout! starlet attempts to retaliate with her own series of swings at the head, but Emma's agility proves to be a significant advantage, Watson easily sidestepping before countering with swift combinations that rattle her back. The sound of Emma's gloves thudding against Teresa's arms and body punctuates the arena, before she lands a series of solid body shots that cause Palmer to wince and momentarily falter. Emma's footwork is exemplary, keeping her just out of reach of Teresa's more powerful swings until the final minute of the round, where Emma ramps up her assault. She throws a flurry of jabs and crosses, each one snapping Teresa's head back or sinking deep into her torso. Palmer tries to switch to a defense, her gloves moving to block and parry, but Emma's relentless pace and precision leave little room for effective counters. As the bell rings to mark the end of the round, Emma steps back, her chest heaving slightly from the exertion but with a confident smile on her lips. Teresa, meanwhile, looks visibly shaken as she makes her way back to her corner, the round a wide victory for Watson, who managed to outclass and outbox her with a combination of speed, agility, and tactical prowess. The tone for the fight has been set, and it's clear the blonde will need to adjust her strategy if she hopes to turn the tide in her favor.
ROUND 2:
Palmer emerges from her corner with a renewed sense of purpose. Her stance is more aggressive, intent on using her longer reach and bigger bulk to focus on hurting Watson. Teresa wastes no time, closing the distance rapidly to press the action, starting with a solid left jab that lands true, snapping Emma’s head back, followed by a right cross that slams into Watson’s cheek. Watson looks slightly shocked by this development, having come out of her corner looking too smug and confident. The Vixen immediately tries to reestablish her rhythm from the first round, moving fast and attempting to dodge and circle away, but Teresa simply gives chase, herding her about the ring with more punches and swings thrown towards her head, eventually cutting off the ring and trapping Emma against the ropes. And once Emma is cornered, Teresa begins her bombardment: she unloads a series of body shots to Emma’s guard and below the arms, thudding shots sunk into Emma's sides, eliciting grunts of discomfort from the Vixen. Leather gloves thump rhythmically and often against the sides of Emma’s ribs and abdomen, each blow methodically wearing down her opponent and drawing sharp gasps from her throat. Emma tries to fight back, of course, throwing counterpunches in a bid to escape the assault. But Palmer’s guard is tight, and most of Watson’s shots are deflected or absorbed, with little effect. Meanwhile, Teresa’s focus remains unshaken, her fists continuing to find their mark on and around Emma’s arms. In a particularly vicious exchange, Teresa lands a combination – a left hook to the head followed by a straight right to the body that visibly stuns Emma. Watson stumbles back, her guard momentarily dropping, and Teresa capitalizes with another straight hand that snaps the Brit’s head back. When the bell rings, Teresa steps back, a satisfied smirk on her face, clearly aware that she’s managed to even the score this time. Emma, visibly weary, makes her way back to her corner with slowed movements and labored breathing. The round was a decisive victory for Palmer, and with the fight now balanced, the crowd eagerly awaits the next round in this increasingly intense matchup.
ROUND 3:
The third starts with an unexpected twist, as Palmer launches a powerful overhand early enough that CRUNCHES into Emma's face, stunning the younger fighter! OUCH! The impact sends the Brit reeling backward, her guard momentarily lowered due to the shock and pain. And here comes Teresa, moving in swiftly! She closes the gap, and before Emma can fully recover, wraps the Vixen up in a tight clinch. Emma, still dazed and trying to regain her senses, finds herself trapped in a vice-like grip on her shoulders and neck. Emma, despite her weakened state, immediately attempts to fight back. She throws punches to get Palmer off her, but her attempts are feeble and futile, glancing off Palmer’s chin and body, but restricted by the clinch, she can't generate the power she needs, making her retaliatory strikes seem more like soft taps against Teresa's sturdy frame. Instead, it’s Palmer who’s in full control, beginning her punishing assault with a wide hook that catches Watson clean on the chin, jolting her head to the side. Then, a a vicious uppercut folds the Brit over. Palmer continues the assault, each "thump, thump, thump," buried deeper and deeper into Emma's tummy, making her body jerk with each hit. Emma gasps and grunts, each sound a mix of growing pain and desperation, as she tries to absorb the blows. Not limiting herself to the body, Teresa also targets Emma's chest. Her hooks swinging in and landing with a "smack" against the ribs and breasts, sending more waves of pain through her frame. Emma's attempts to break free are futile either trying to pry at Teresa’s waistline or shoulders, but the Aussie’s hold on her is ironclad, using one arm to control Emma's head and neck, preventing her from slipping away, while her other arm works like a piston – delivering blow after blow. Emma's body shudders under the onslaught, her legs weakening as the round progresses. As the round reaches its climax, the scene in the ring grows increasingly intense, until Emma's body, overwhelmed by the barrage, begins to wilt in Teresa's unyielding grasp. Palmer, sensing Emma’s weakening resolve, takes the psychological warfare to the next level. She pulls a beleaguered Emma closer, almost protectively, her arm wrapping around Emma’s waist, the Vixen’s shocked and pained face now pressed against her chest. Then, she leans in, her lips close to Emma's ear, whispering taunts and words of domination. "You're mine now, Hermione," she hisses, her voice a mix of triumph and menace. Emma, too exhausted and dazed to respond, can only lean helplessly against her conqueror. The referee, noticing the prolonged clinch, quickly intervenes. He pries Teresa's arms away from Emma, enforcing the separation. Emma stumbles backward, her face a canvas of pain and shock, as Teresa, still brimming with confidence, steps back with a satisfied smirk. The psychological edge is now firmly in Teresa's corner as the fighters prepare for the next round, with Emma visibly shaken by the ordeal she just endured.
ROUND 4:
The fourth opens with a noticeable shift. Emma looks focused and refueled, especially by the need for retribution. She comes out of the corner with a blazing intensity, and the first minute sees her unleashing a torrent of precise strikes, her gloves snapping sharply into Palmer's face, all the while keeping her feet moving and herself away from her rival. The crowd watches in awe as her jabs and crosses cut through the air, each connecting with a satisfying thud against Teresa's cheeks and forehead. Teresa thought Emma would be subdued and at least winded from the events of the last round, instead getting caught off-guard by the sudden resurgence. She tries to reestablish her footing, blocking the light jabs and absorbing the bigger hits with her arms, but Emma's constant pressure gives her little room to breathe. Midway through the round, Emma capitalizes on a brief opening, throwing her defenses into disarray with a low feint to the ribs before nailing the Aussie girl with a staggering haymaker that rocks her head back, Teresa’s blonde locks fluttering wildly from the impact. Instantly, the blonde’s knees buckle slightly as she stumbles towards the ropes, a clear sign of the shot's potency. And Emma closes in, with fire in her eyes and retribution on her mind! Her body language exudes confidence as she initiates a clinch with the bigger girl, but unlike the desperate grappling of the previous rounds, this time the move is calculated and controlling, using one hand to clasp around the back of Teresa's head, pulling it down, while her other hand starts to work Teresa's chin over with snappy punches. Each uppercut Emma lands to the base is targeted and forceful, snapping the blonde’s head back and visibly stunning the older fighter. Then, with Teresa now dazed and her defenses weakened, Emma shifts her focus, raining a series of punishing body shots to her ribs and abdomen, each swipe of leather across the toned flesh drawing groans from Teresa as her body jerks and jolts in the taller Brit’s grasp. Cheers from Watson’s fans in the audience at the sight of their fighter finally scoring payback. Meanwhile, Palmer's attempts to retaliate are sluggish, her own hooks growing heavy as they return fire, although it could just be Miss Watson shrugging off the pain through her adrenaline. In the heat of the moment, Emma turns her aggression up a notch, tightening her grip on Teresa's hair and pulling her head to the side to better expose the vulnerable midsection. "You’re not looking so tough now, are you, sweet thing?" Emma coos into Palmer's ear, her words dripping with condescendence as she pulls the Australian's head in closer, almost locking their faces together in a tense proximity. Then, Emma's right glove flies in one last time, the fist churning the blonde’s stomach and making her lurch forward with her lips parted and her eyelids fluttering. Just as the bell rings, still Emma doesn’t release her foe, instead leaning in even closer, her lips brushing against Teresa's cheek, as she whispers: "I'm just getting started. You're gonna be feeling this hurt for days.” Finally, the Brit releases her grip on Teresa's hair and steps back, leaving her opponent bent over and gasping for air on the nearby ropes. Teresa's pinkish abdomen heaves as she tries to regain her breath, her face contorted in pain. The Australian, visibly shaken, staggers back to her corner.
ROUND 5:
Round 5 unfolds with Emma seizing control early, her punches sharp and precise. She targets Teresa’s head with precise, straight jabs that catch the Aussie blonde clean on the nose and lips, and stopping her from coming in all the way. Then, follow-up thumps land on Teresa's ribs and midsection, drawing grunts of discomfort from her mouth. With her bigger bulk and slightly less agile movements, Teresa’s attempts to dodge and weave are met with limited success, with Emma’s constant pressure keeping her on her toes and on track to win the round. However, the momentum shifts dramatically midway through, with Teresa, tired of taking sh*t from the Brit, finds an opening and executes: a perfectly-timed hook catches Emma flush on the jawline, whipping her face to the side with a grunt and jolt. Immediately, Watson's knees buckle under the impact, her eyes widening in shock as her body instinctively recoils and twists from the blow! OUCH! The punch seems to sap the strength from her legs, leaving the poor Vixen vulnerable! And Teresa WADES in, looking to settle! The blonde fighter ramps up her offense, driving Emma backwards with more stiff shots across her arms, eventually trapping her against the ropes with a relentless barrage of lefts and rights! There, Emma’s powerless to defend herself, head and upper torso getting rocked by heavy hooks, and Teresa's gloves eventually slamming into the sides of her cheeks and temples! Watson in trouble indeed, her head rocking from side to side, and more fists shoved into her unprotected belly, each heaving punch making her toned waistline ripple and contort, forcing out sharp exhalations of pain from her lips. And as Emma weakens, Teresa presses in some more, hoping to score the knockdown! Palmer pins Emma to the ropes, her hips strapped in and pressed against the Brit’s, using her arms to encircle both her waistline and tummy. Emma, her face a mask of shock and fatigue, can barely hold herself up, let alone her guard, semi-relying on Teresa’s body for support. The Lookout fighter, her face now inches from Emma’s, sneers with a victorious glint in her eyes. "Get ready to be saddled, Ems. Because I'm just getting started,” she growls, punctuating her words with a teasing but painful punch to Emma's side torso, which makes her body jolt and lurch forward again, right into her embrace. Thankfully, the bell rings much later, with Teresa enjoying her dominant perch and rocking the British actress silly with more sordid hooks to her head, finally leaving Emma staggered and draped along the ropes, clearly shaken by the intensity of the round. Teresa, confident and in control, walks back to her corner, her eyes never leaving her foe, as if savoring the sight of her weakened opponent, with the round, though closely contested, clearly shifting in Teresa's favor.
ROUND 6:
Watson, still reeling from the previous round's beating, emerges from her corner with a look of steely determination, her eyes wary but still determined to win this. Teresa on the other hand senses her moment to end the fight and score an upset, and advances with the same aggression that has served her well so far. The opening minute is a tactical dance, with Emma employing her agility to keep a rampaging Palmer at bay. Watson's movements are more calculated now, using cautious jabs and crosses to the arms and head, aimed at slowing Teresa down. Palmer, however, remains undeterred and hopeful, marching in and swinging away at the leaner girl’s head, looking for that one decisive blow. Several solid shots do bash into the body, each one drawing a sharp response from Emma's lips, but Watson is better braced and used to her opponent’s power, and quickly skirts backwards each time Palmer connects with a hit to her torso. Meanwhile, she’s keeping her gaze always fixed upon her opponent, looking for that one opportunity to strike. As the second minute ticks away, Emma finds her rhythm, starts countering Teresa’s aggression with quick flurries of her own to her cheek and chin, each of her punches becoming more and more forceful: a swift jab lands on Teresa's nose, followed by a straight right that rocks her head back with a grunt, sending her hair flying. Suddenly, Teresa, whether in desperation of frustration, lunges in with a powerful hook aimed at Emma's head. But Watson, in a moment of clarity, sidesteps the blow and SWISH - counters with a devastating uppercut of her own! The punch EXPLODES on the base of Teresa's chin, snapping her head back with a jarring impact. All of a sudden, Teresa's legs give way, and she COLLAPSES to the canvas in a heap, her body going limp as she hits the ground! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Miss Watson, who looks most relieved as she leans into the nearby ropes for support! Could this be it?!
The referee immediately steps in to begin the count. Teresa, looking dazed and still struggling, tries to pull herself up, but the rest of her body doesn't respond. Meanwhile, Emma is counting her blessings in the neutral corner, patches of her torso turned a bright shade of pink as her belly bleats in and out, and she inhales greedy breaths of air. She knows that this fight might just well go the distance, and needs every advantage she can get! But Teresa looks like she’s suffered a concussion, her body still rippling with power but she keeps losing balance after trying to rise upwards to steady herself. And eventually, the count reaches ten, and she falls back down with a cry of anguish! There’s the sound of the final bell, with the referee signaling for the end of the bout!
Official Result: Emma Watson defeats Teresa Palmer via KO6!
AFTER:
Emma lets out a triumphant cry after the bell rings, her arms raised high. She makes quick work of her gloves, biting down on the strings and tugging them off her hands with a fierce intensity that mirrors the fight she's just won. She knows that Palmer needs to be put in her place, and the sooner that leather hits the canvas, the better.
Meanwhile, Palmer sits dazed in the center of the ring, not noticing Emma striding towards her from behind with a purposeful gait. Without hesitation, Emma helps herself to two fistfuls of Aussie’s blonde hair from behind, Palmer uttering a groan as she’s hauled off her ass and pulled slowly up to her knees, then back to her feet. “Come on up, little blondie,” Emma huffs and pulls, taking her time.
Turned around to face her opponent, Palmer's eyes look glaze over, her lips slightly parted and panting, her body still reeling from the knockout. “You thought you could handle me?” Emma taunts her to her face, her voice dripping with sweet scorn. “Time to show you what happens when you step into the ring with championship material.”
With Teresa still struggling to maintain her balance, Emma assertively wraps an arm around her waistline, their hips pressed together in a display of dominance. Teresa’s body is wracked with exhaustion and pain, but she’s still trying feebly to push Emma away, her hands flailing at the Brit’s shoulders, or attempting to slap and pull at her hair, but to no avail.
Emma’s bare-knuckled hooks are ruthless and precise. She targets Teresa’s battered midsection first, her balled fists sinking deep into the battered flesh of Palmer's stomach. Each punch causes the Aussie’s frame to jolt and shudder violently, but that firm grip around her waist keeps her upright and standing, leaving her no room to escape the punishment.
Emma guides Teresa back until her back is pressed against the frayed ropes. Then, the Brit moves in even closer, her thighs and pelvis pressed firmly against Teresa's, both arms now encircling the faltering blonde's body, at the waist, wrapping her up tightly in a bearhug that's both supportive and constrictive, and fully reminiscent of Teresa’s earlier treatment of the Vixen during the middle of the match.
Leaning in close, Emma's lips hover a mere inch from Teresa's, and in a voice laced with mocking confidence, she whispers and smirks. “This is just the beginning, you know? You’re mine now, sweetheart…” Emma’s tone is a blend of taunt and triumph, the words meant to sting as much as her fists.
In this moment, Teresa is completely at Emma's mercy, her body sagging against the stronger woman’s, and held upright only by the firm grip around her waist. The once-fiery fighter has now been reduced to a barely conscious state, hanging limply in Emma's arms as the final vestiges of her resistance fade away.
Then, Teresa slumps back down to the ground, Emma letting gravity do its work. The Vixen quickly strides over to the nearby ropes, where she retrieves the body saddle from the ring officials. And marching right back, she begins to strap it around Teresa’s battered torso with ease, the leather straps slowly tightening over bruised skin and eliciting short yelps from Palmer’s lips.
With a cruel smirk, Emma swings her legs over Teresa’s back and seizes her blonde hair from behind, gripping it firmly in a knotted grip. Palmer half wants to sag, half being hovered above the ground, until Emma begins to urge her forward with rough, rhythmic thrusts of her hips into the saddle itself, urging her captive foe forward. Teresa, still dazed and weak, can do little but comply, her body crawling at Emma's command.
After a couple of steps, Emma is more than content to stand astride the beaten girl’s kneeling form, planting both her feet firmly on either side of her hips and using her slender legs to keep the beaten woman from collapsing by crushing her ribs and body in a standing scissors. There, she poses for the cameras, a triumphant gladiator basking in the glory of her win.
Later, in the privacy of her locker room, Emma Watson sits, a towel draped around her shoulders, her eyes still alight with the thrill of victory. She addresses the press with a smug yet sweet smile.
"You know, I've had my share of tough matches, but it's always the same story," Emma begins. "Other girls think they can body up to me and come out on top. But they always come up short. Teresa tried, bless her, but she ended up just like the rest – another notch on my belt. It's not just about strength; it's about strategy, and I've got plenty of both."
In stark contrast, Teresa Palmer sits in her own backstage area, nursing her bruises, but her spirit undimmed. Her eyes burn with a mix of frustration and determination as she speaks to the press.
"Emma's smug about her win, but let's be real – she's soft and I know I can bring her down," Teresa states defiantly. "Sure, she got the better of me this time, but it was close, closer than she'd like to admit. Next time, it's going to be a different story. I've felt her punches, I know her moves now, and I'm coming back stronger."
Her voice hardens with resolve as she continues, "Next time we meet, it's going to be my fists churning her insides. She won't be able to hide behind her little tricks. And when I win, I'm not just going to beat her; I'm going to ride her. I'm going to humiliate her the way she thinks she humiliated me."