Emma Roberts versus Dove Cameron (II) (Flyweight Title)

(33, 5’2, 48:27 FCBA, The Dollhouse)

Vs.

Dove Cameron (Challenger)
(28, 5’2, 30:23 FCBA, HISC)

Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse


BEFORE:
"Is there anyone more fake in this league than Dove freaking Cameron?” Emma Roberts lets out a high-pitched laugh when reporters ask her earlier about her opponent for tonight. “I highly doubt it. Her name is fake because it's actually Chloe, her entire face is completely fake, her boobs are probably fake too, and guess what? Her boxing is actually trash. She somehow managed to beat me in 2022, probably the luckiest day of her entire life... but tonight I'm going to expose this fraud of a b*tch for the mediocre fighter she is. You're freaking DEAD, Chloe."

Dove visibly wincing at the use of her unauthorized name, and throughout Roberts’ own tirade, could be seen trying to decide whether to stifle her laughter or get up from her seat at the press conference and make a beeline to teach the Flyweight champ a lesson in humility herself. Thankfully, she decides on neither in the end, and ends up rolling her eyes and roaring into the microphone when it’s her turn:

“Nobody calls me that except my close friends and family, and last I checked, Roberts, you were NONE of those things. In fact, you’re nothing but a wannabe-loser-crybaby who’s been absolutely BEGGING for a title shot these past few years,” Dove says, enjoying the harsh glare and more expletives flying forth from Roberts’ across the table. But there’s nothing the champ can do with her mic currently turned off. “How many times did you try and take the belt, huh? I’ve lost freakin’ count,” Dove continues, literally counting off her fingers and laughing. “But congrats, b*tch. Somehow, some way, you’re the champ. But not for long. You’re just warming it up for someone better.”

Mic-drop moment right there, and as predicted, both girls immediately get into a tussle right after those heated words exchange. Roberts not even allowing Cameron to finish her last sentence before she’s up from her seat and striding over, mouth flapping and finger-pointing, belt still strung over one shoulder, only to take a first WHAP to the face when Cameron sees her coming from a mile away and leaps up from her seat to strike first!

All hell breaks loose, ladies and gents, and it seems the Unified Flyweight title will continue to have all sorts of drama swirling about its golden straps! Roberts and Cameron have to be physically separated by the army of officials after they go tumbling down to the stage, tugging hair and raining punches into each other’s faces!

Somehow, Cameron is the one who manages to secure the actual belt, briefly brandishing it high for the cameras whilst laughing maniacally, “GUESS IT’S MINE N--OUUFFFF!” Roberts doesn’t let her finish, nostrils blaring as she CHARGES the platinum blonde-haired woman down, tackling her to the carpet once more. And then the cycle repeats itself…

No staredown later on, as one can imagine. And even later on in the ring, the referee looks hella nervous at the thought of both fighters deciding to start the fight prematurely. No instructions in the center and no face-off for the fans or announcements. Just Emma in one corner clad in a pink sports bra and long black tights, blonde hair in a ponytail and her black gloves hoisting the title belt in the air before surrendering it to the official, Dove in the opposite corner looking as focused as it gets as she stares at the champ from across the ring with murder in her eyes. The blonde beauty is looking fit in her all-white gear, a white sports bra and long matching tights, raising her own (black and white) gloves to the cheers of her own fans. These two are definitely ready to rumble!

HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action! This here’s for the Unified Flyweight title!

ROUND 1:
Despite all that trash talk, the champ moves cautiously at the sound of the bell, not too aggressive as she circles the challenger. We’ve seen this all too often before, folks, with the Ice Queen preferring to put her foes on a bed of freezing ice and then slowly thaw them out in the ring after. She’s jabbing and chipping away at Cameron’s guard early on, not letting the younger blonde breathe. Cameron, however, is on a warpath of her own choosing, her youthful energy letting the champ’s earlier insults get to her head. She rushes in head first and strong, immediately takes aim for Roberts’ vulnerable body. The youngster’s definitely watched the tapes and seen Emma get battered over by her own stablemate and others, now looking eager to target the same areas to outwind her by the bell. Roberts, however, is smarter than that mouth of hers, easily blocking and anticipating, returning fire back into Dove’s face to give her some pause. Cameron sneaks in several thumps of her own to the ribcage and head, but they’re mostly glancing blows and don’t hurt her too much. Bell rings and we’ve got ourselves plenty of early action and more importantly, a clear clash of styles!

ROUND 2:
Cameron’s certainly a dangerous little vixen, having KO’ed Emma’s own stablemate, Maddie Ziegler, at the start of this year. This is all after scoring an expected run with the Flyweight title back in 2022 with a defeat over the illustrious Vanessa Hudgens. Roberts knows that there’s a reason why the Consortium was so quick to hire her, the wiley blonde storming in like a shadow, blurring left and right to draw her guard this way or that, before thumping her hard to the midsection, drawing unwanted grunts from her lips. Roberts growling as she falls for this trick a third time, leaving her side exposed to fire and then being forced to backpedal. That smirk on Cameron’s face says it all: there’s no way Emma can keep up with her pacing for long. That is, until Roberts grows wiser and has a right hook of her own ready and waiting on the downswing - POW! Dove tried to tag tummy flesh again but got her face curved the other way! OUCH! Her face looks half-cratered and eyes wide with shock as she stumbles to the side, humbled further by follow-up flurries from the Doll, who’s now snarling and demanding payback! Emma pushes her back, both figuratively in terms of points, and literally across the ring, shoving more leather into that pretty face and taking the opportunity to end the round with an uppercut shoveled smack into the tummy. Bell rings soon after and Roberts is heard mouthing off on her way back to her corner, “Eat that, Chloe!”

ROUND 3:
Cameron’s still rubbing her cheek at the sound of the bell, coming out of her corner with a scowl on her face. She’s not about to let someone like Emma Roberts tell her how to fight in the ring. And the first minute shows off the younger blonde’s energy and drive: she bounces lightly on her toes, keeping herself agile, dodging the champ’s left-right fire, then strikes back with her own jabs that land all over. A left hand gets slammed to Emma’s forehead, another right hand crunching into the lips, one more combo sent to the tummy for good measure. Emma’s letting her emotions get the better of her once again, to her own detriment, and it’s making her attacks wilder and more unpredictable. At least, it’s predictable to Dove, who dodges and dodges and dodges, until she doesn’t… Dove taking some of that bitter medicine of her own as she falls for a high overhand feint to the face, only for Roberts to bury a hook right into her stomach the other way, the Dollhouse blonde letting out a roar in triumph as the punch sinks deep and folds the smaller girl over, before she storms in and tries to make up for lost points. Dove is seeing her lead evaporate quickly, covering up and panicking, which gives the champ even more opportunities to pick and land her attacks. At the bell, it’s STILL Roberts’ show, who beams wide and pumps her fists in the air, defying the pundits’ expectations so far!

ROUND 4:
So far, so bad for the would-be challenger, and Cameron is perhaps thinking she needs to reevaluate the champ’s abilities. First minute is a mutually cautious affair, both girls staying at a distance and circling, trading jabs, taking turns tagging shots off the top of the head or lucky love-taps to the tummy. Dove may be losing on points but she’s still got her youthful stamina on her side, and ends up landing more than Emma on aggregate, which just pisses off the Doll more and more. Emma’s no slouch, of course, but for every one shot she lands, Dove just shoots in two more, at one point both fighters going after each other’s bodies in mutually ab-assured destruction. Leather gloves shoved into braced abs as best they can, but Dove mixing it up further and landing her punches left and right, up and below the navel, making it more difficult for Emma to predict where the next flurry lands. End result is the Doll getting the stuffing beat out of her towards the end of the round, swiftly driven back in a huff and puff as Cameron lands another sick cross right down the middle to fold leather into her midsection. Slow and steady wins the race, or at least the round so far, as Cameron begins to cement her comeback.

ROUND 5:
Emma looks peeved during the interim, her own turn to rub the reddening flesh of her sides as she packs both gloves inwards to show Dove that she can take much more punishment than that! Dove smirks back, gloves already up and bouncing out of her corner, eager to continue the abuse. Girls stay cautious in the first minute, trading tentative leather but Emma is definitely seen targeting the body a whole lot more. Dove has anticipated this, of course, and returns fire with some nasty hits to the champ’s face, shoving leather directly into her nose and lips, and looks right and set to score a possible upset after another beautiful haymaker crunches into the Doll’s chin to send her reeling. But just as Dove hunches down and tries to rush in and finish her off, Emma snarls and swerves, delivers a quick one-two hook combo aimed high -- first one is barely blocked by the shorter blonde but the second one BANGS off the side of Dove’s head, rattling her badly on approach! HERE COMES EMMA, bowing her own head and just KEEPS. ON. SWINGING. Lefts and rights hammer into poor Cameron’s torso, hooks and uppercuts sunk into that trembling tummy to send her wincing and stumbling back! OUFF! Cameron manages to stay on her feet by the sound of the bell, but the damage is done: red welts all over her torso and forearms, one eye squeezed shut and breathing hard, as she once again underestimates the champ!

ROUND 6:
Girls look bruised and battered but that’s just their exterior. Deep down inside, we know both of them want to prove themselves and the other fighter is the only thing standing in their way. Surprise rush from Dove in the first minute to catch the champ off-guard, and for a while, it works, a non-stop flurry of punches come flying in to pressure Roberts back, with Emma struggling to cover up and stop the rush. She definitely didn’t expect the youthful fighter to shrug off the body abuse from the last round and pounce on her so fast. But Dove’s getting straight in her face, hammering hooks into her locked arms as Roberts prevents herself from getting trapped on the ropes, but Cameron then helping herself to healthy carvings of her under-belly, using one hand to bash into the guard to keep her arms raised, other glove looped under and packed into that waistline to keep bending the Doll over and expelling hooofs. Roberts snarls back in the second minute, however, letting out a sudden cry of absolute rage before breaking out of her shell and SWINGING BACK, determined to show Dove and the rest of the arena who’s boss. Crowd ROARS as the action spills into the ropes, both fighters just whacking leather across the face or into their lean torsos. But Dove shows off her resilience again by soon out-punching the champ and beat back her own beatback, landing a thumping uppercut to the base of her chin to SNAP HER STRINGS! Roberts all of a sudden has a glazed over look as her eyelids flutter and mouth works in shock for a brief moment before she DROPS LIKE A STONE, collapsing into a heap by the ropes, swirling in several circles before falling onto her side!! It’s a world-shattering KNOCKDOWN for the challenger, and we think this might be IT, folks!?!

Dove Cameron certainly thinks so, immediately drawing circles with a glove raised high in the air, as though signaling Roberts must be seeing all the stars in the world. Then, the challenger skips back to the neutral corner to await the inevitable. Referee’s giving the champ the benefit of the doubt, however, hovering over a struggling Emma Roberts, who’s trying to push her back and head off the canvas, before making the long march back to her feet. The crowd’s definitely on her side, though -- they know how much toil and trouble the Doll has been through all these years to even get to this pivotal moment and pinnacle of her career. And sure enough, that thought of not freakin’ losing the belt so soon flashes across her mind, and she slowly begins to haul her groggy self off the ground. Referee hits the count of 8 when she makes it back to her feet and raises her arms, still swaying slightly and eyes showing wariness. But up is up, and there’s a minute left on the clock for her to survive!

Bell rings and Cameron has fire and brimstone in her eyes, every step taken forward as though she’s crossing the flames of hell and wants to consume the champ whole. Roberts, however, has regained her senses and quickly covers up and scrambles, blocking most of the early punches that sail in and slam into her weathered arms. The Dollhouse corner is bellowing at their girl to protect herself first, secure her pride later, and it looks like Miss Roberts doesn’t have much choice but to comply, keeping herself moving and out of range, barely punching back, but towards the end not having to worry about Dove’s power as much after the challenger begins to lose steam. Bell rings and Cameron is the one who looks wasted, chest also heaving hard and scowling at the Doll’s feat of survival from across the ring. But all that matters in this sport is the last one left standing, and for now, that’s a question still left unanswered!

ROUND 7:
And here’s a return RUSH from Emma Roberts! The champ with her nostrils flaring, eager to take the fight back to the winded challenger! This time, it’s Cameron’s turn to get caught off-guard, having fully expected her foe to stay in recovery mode! No Siree! Roberts batters her to the head with a streak of incoming hooks which jolt her left and right, before landing a stiff uppercut to the tummy that Dove should have seen coming. The punch lands square on her navel and immediately sends a jolt through her entire body, arching the poor girl’s back as a groan echoes from her pursed lips. But a rapid clinch saves Dove from going down next, both girls end up battering each other’s sides for a good thirty seconds before the referee orders the separation. Even then, Emma tries to go for a cheap swing at the head, but gets told off by the referee for unsportsmanlike conduct. f*ck if the Ice Queen cares, of course -- she’s here to win by any means necessary. Round resumes and it looks like the wind has been driven out of Cameron’s sails as well, with Emma back to making inroads and ignoring the throbbing sensation in her own head and body. But a missed hook to the head has the tables turned once more, with Cameron catching her back with a hard thump to the side of her ribs, another uppercut pumped into her stomach for good luck, sweet stuff, and girls almost fall into each other’s arms once again before the bell rings to end the seventh. It’s a close round overall, and it doesn’t look like either fighter is ready to give up just yet!

ROUND 8:
Roberts comes out swinging AGAIN, determined to put the challenger away! It’s always a dangerous game to overextend one’s hand, but this is the Ice Queen we’re talking about, and she’s banking on the fact that Dove Cameron has never been tested by this baptism of fire. She lands a few solid punches to the younger blonde’s head and body, jabs just shooting out and tagging her all over, but Dove is also made of stern stuff, intercepts what she can and the lunges at the most unexpected times, snagging her back on her body and then going loose with a haymaker in the second minute that Emma narrowly dodges. Girls get into more clinches throughout the minute, both catching their breaths but expending it in unneeded huffs and puffs of “b*tch…” and “You’re going down…” in each other’s ears, before shoving roughly back off and attempting wide swings for the fences. Cameron perhaps wisely focusing her ire back on Roberts’ body, her gloves packed into the sides of her ribs and then even looser south of the navel to illicit multiple groans and shuddering lurches from the champ, before getting warned by the referee in turn. Seems like these two have more in common than they’d like to admit, and as the bell rings, the victor is still undecided, though our scoreboards have the champ edging out the challenge by a slight margin. Still two rounds to go, though, and it’s whether Roberts can outlast the younger and hungrier starlet.

ROUND 9:
AND CAMERON WITH A CHARGE! She has that same look in her eyes and it’s not just on Emma Roberts, but on that big, flashy title belt she brought to the ring! She’s not waiting around for the tenth and her fate to fall to the hands of the judges! Early pounding and getting in Roberts’ face to try and take her out, banking on Emma’s age gap and still believing the Doll’s nothing more than a champ on paper! Well, Emma’s taking the fire like a champ indeed, keeping her frame small and hunching those shoulders, blocking and guarding her chin with both arms locked over, as Cameron pounds away with short, youthful hooks, snagging tummy all over but earning only loud grunts from the American’s lips. Eventually, Emma circles away, creating distance, then fires back with equal gusto! WHOOF of a return right catches Dove on her cheek, stopping the challenger’s momentum in a flash. Cameron still mid-swing, tries to keep her own haymaker on target, MISSES, as Robert weaves her own head the other way before PLOWING that glove RIGHT TO THE CHALLENGER’S CHIN! OUCH! Dovey eyes go wide before her head SNAPS back, grunting and stumbling, and looking like she’s in TROUBLE! AND THE ICE QUEEN BRING IN THE PAIN, stuffing more gloves into the HISC star’s pretty face before taking her out with an uppercut to the jawline -- POW! Another one lifts the poor girl’s head briefly, her arms barely doing anything at this point, legs turned to jelly… She takes ANOTHER shot across the bow AND GOES DOWN HARD, Cameron’s head spun to the side with a groan, the rest of her body following suit! She COLLAPSES onto her side and can only mumble face-down into the canvas, her gloves weakly pawing at the mat before her head flops down, coming to a rest on the mat as Dove seems to have lost consciousness! Referee rushes in and takes a cold, hard look at the semi-conscious challenger’s condition, before deciding to WAVE IT OFF! Emma Roberts secures her second title defense, folks!

Official Result: Emma Roberts defeats Dove Cameron via KO9! Emma Roberts is STILL the Unified Flyweight champion!!

AFTER:
The Ice Queen does it again! Emma grinning wide, as expected, her chest bared and also those sharp fangs between lips, having conquered another important foe, placing her under her boot. Quite literally, as she stays standing above the fallen Cameron in the immediate aftermath, then decides to turn her fallen frame over physically, one hand buried in her hair and tugging roughly, the other gripped unceremoniously on her sports bra straps for extra leverage.

Cameron of course helpless, her body weight like lead as she’s still out of it, her eyelids fluttering and lips muttering incoherent words as she’s finally flipped onto her back, barely letting out another groan as Emma plants her boot straight down into her chest. The champ grins down at her lack of response, nodding at her absolute dominance in this very moment.

The fans love her as the champ poses with her biceps flexed, flat sweaty tummy still breathing in and out, the rest of her body marked by the intense battle whether she’d like to admit it or not. Once the photo-session is over, Roberts climbs out of the ring and speaks to reporters at ring-side whilst Dove Cameron is getting some much needed help from her team.

“That fake little fraud needs all the help she can get right now....” Roberts chuckles as she looks over at Cameron being treated by her medical team. “I’m the freaking champion, and I don’t take kindly to being disrespected. You f*ck with me at your own risk. Tonight Dove fucked around and found out. Try not to be as dumb as her, girls. Now..who’s next?” Emma smirks into the camera before turning to leave, the Ice Queen signaling to her team she is leaving and they better follow suit.

A great effort from Dove Cameron tonight, the former champ battling the current champion for 9 grueling rounds before finally succumbing to the cold treatment of the Ice Queen, and unfortunately for the young beauty, it might be a while before she’ll get another chance at that coveted, shiny flyweight belt.

But who will be getting that chance next month? Names like Stewart, Collins, Lowndes and Hudgens are surely on the table, and after her big win tonight, Bobby Brown is back in title contention too. This division is stacked with young talent folks, and we’ll find out who the lucky girl is by next weekend!

Until then, congrats to Emma Roberts, Flyweight champion of the FCBA, on another impressive win!