Post by Lookout! Boxing on Sept 28, 2024 0:25:36 GMT -6
Avril Lavigne
(40, 5’1, 81:36 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
Vs.
Emma Roberts
(33, 5’2, 50:28 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
'One True Queen' Best of 7 Series Fight #4 (Roberts leads series 2-1)
‘Please Stop’ Rules Stipulation Bout
BEFORE:
With Emma Roberts’ title reign coming to an end on last month’s PPV, The ‘One True Queen’ Best-of-Seven series between Roberts and her arch-nemesis Lavigne is finally back on the menu with the 4th fight in the series taking place live tonight!
With her recent title run and her previous win in the series, Emma Roberts is (almost) on top of the world, leading the series 2-1 after obliterating Lavigne’s midsection in an AMD stipulation fight back in March, culminating in the Canadian blonde kissing the American’s tummy, which will undoubtedly be remembered as one of the most humiliating nights of Avril Lavigne’s illustrious career. Smiling gleefully from her perch at the press conference, Emma looks confident and ready to take a commanding 3-1 lead in the series tonight, on her way to becoming the rightful True (Flyweight) Queen of the Dollhouse.
Conspicuously absent from the pre-fight conference is her opponent for tonight, with rumors circulating that Miss Lavigne threw an absolute hissy-fit at the Dollhouse Headquarters the moment she found out that her arch-rival had won the Flyweight title – and has been demanding the series continues as planned for the last couple of months regardless of Emma’s title win, but was refused by Dollhouse management, as CEO Carmen Electra felt like Emma should be free to focus on prolonging her title run as much as possible. Now that Emma’s run has ended, Electra has finally given the OK to resume the series - and Lavigne will finally get her chance to try and even the series and exact some revenge on her hated rival. But this is not just an ordinary day for Queen Lavigne. Today, Avril is celebrating her 40th birthday, and the blonde has decided to ditch the press conference altogether. It’s her big 40 birthday afterall, who’s gonna tell her ‘no’?
“Where's Avril? Are you kidding me?” Emma half-laughing, half narrowing her brow in rage. “‘She couldn't MAKE IT?!" The now former champ snorts, throwing her head back and rolling her eyes. “Of course she couldn't. I mean, imagine being in her position. Having to sit here next to someone’s who just coming off a glorious title run after getting destroyed by me twice in a row now and then worshiping my abs in front of the entire freaking world. SO humiliating. No wonder she doesn't dare show her face here. She wouldn't be able to handle the questions, or me making fun of her. Hopefully she didn't bail on tonight's fight altogether,” she chuckles.
Apparently completely oblivious to the fact that today is Lavigne’s birthday, Emma is soon informed about it by a few members of the press.
“WHAT?! This b*tch is turning 40 today? My GOD. THAT is hilarious.” The smile on Robert’s face grows bigger by the second. “Imagine getting destroyed on your birthday! This just made tonight 10 times better. I can’t believe I’m getting the chance to demolish this old hag on her freaking birthday. And guess what? Tonight's fight is, of course, under MY stipulation of choice, which requires making your opponent beg for a stoppage. TWICE!. Once to stop the fight, and a second time into a microphone, just to make it loud and clear. Better put those speakers on max guys, I want everyone to hear our birthday girl beg tonight. And trust me, after I'm done with her....she WILL beg me like the little cowardly wimp she is. This is going to be her worst birthday EVER.”
As Roberts has mentioned, the rules for this fourth contest will be a “Please Stop” bout, made infamous by the “I Quit” WWE matches of old. One girl has to utter the words "Please Stop” into her rival’s ear and then into a microphone in order to get the referee to end the fight. There will be NO stoppages and/or countouts tonight, meaning this is going to be an especially grueling match that will test both fighters’ endurance and mental resilience!
It’s finally fight night and the arena is packed with anticipation, and while Lavigne didn’t show up for her press conference duties, here she is, ladies and gents, coming out to the sound of her song ‘Cannonball’, looking glorious and beaming as she makes her way down the ramp to defeaning cheers.
The now 40 y/o songstress is wearing a black satin robe over her usual boxing gear and a silver birthday tiara, wearing her blonde long hair loose and still looking not a day older than 30.
Avril makes her way towards the ring high fiving her fans along the way, Carmen Electra on her side, with the two followed closely behind by several Dollhouse staff members, a few of them carrying a huge pink birthday cake to the ring. It is clear Avril has plans to celebrate in the ring tonight, and for that she’ll have to be at her best or risk suffering another humiliating loss, and on her 40th birthday no less! Not something she can afford in front of so many of her fans tonight!
Lavigne climbs into the ring and unrobes to loud fanfare, revealing her usual fight gear – a black and pink sports bra with matching short tights and boxing gloves, tying up her hair in a high ponytail as she begins stretching in her corner, awaiting her arch nemesis.
Roberts is out next and the Ice Queen is all business as she makes a beeline towards the ring, ignoring the fans along the way, her gaze fixed at Lavigne all the way to the ring. Emma is accompanied by head trainer Kristanna Loken and her security team, climbing into the ring quickly and b*tch-starring Avril from across the ring, murder in her eyes. She’s not f*cking around, and the news about Avril’s birthday has surely fuelled her ambitions even further to win and win big tonight.
Emma is clad in her usual pink and white sports bra and long tights, white gloves, looking toned and ready to take out Lavigne and continue her excellent year after a rare defeat at the hands of Brown. Roberts’ blonde hair in a sleek ponytail as she takes to her corner and begins jumping up and down in place, throwing a few punches into the air, perhaps demonstrating to her fans what she’s about to do to her hated rival tonight. By the Ice Queen’s count, she’s absolutely SURGING to a big victory tonight. She’s already ahead with a 2-1 lead, and one more would put her in a very dominant position to win the entire series.
By contrast, Lavigne HAS to score a victory here, and she knows it. Not only is it her big birthday, but dropping to 1-3 in this contest would be a terrible blow she might never be able to recover from. We’ll have to see if skipping that press conference will give her an extra edge in this fight, but for now, both girls seem ready to go, nodding to the referee.
And without further ado, HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action! This here’s a 'Please Stop' stipulation bout, and the fourth contest in the 'One True Queen' (OTQ) series!
ROUND 1:
Cautious start to this contest, with Avril not liking the thought of getting KO’ed for a third time in a row after an especially auspicious start. She jabs at the Ice Queen conscientiously, throwing targeted combos to her face and not giving Emma any room to breathe. It works, with Roberts struggling to get in close and hammer that vulnerable tummy just like last time. Instead, she’s taken unwarranted shots to both the nose and mouth, after leaving herself open one too many times. Her cheek takes another bunching left jab, which throws her head to the side with a growling grunt. This ISN’T how she imagined her very first fight after winning the title to be, her own swings hitting the air and barely landing anything significant throughout the first two minutes. Last seconds and gone is that cocky, confident edge from her swagger, though the Ice Queen is still rearing in and trying to hammer away with wanton aggression, but a final surgical right cross to the kisser sends her reeling back, and the bell rings soon after to force the champ to accept her fate. At least for now.
ROUND 2:
Roberts storms in still, wanting to control the fight better this time. Let’s not forget these two have fought each other too many times to count by this point, and are able to adjust their strategies on the sly to counter. Emma does just that in the first minute, picking Avril off from afar and not putting herself in danger like the first round. No signs of quit just yet but Lavigne’s taking a lashing to the cheek and temple, her counterpart’s jabs keep sailing in and over her own arms, turning her head to the side, sending the message that the Ice Queen doesn’t just have to target her tummy in order to win. Soon, Avril begins to panic, her confidence leaving her frame after that creeping sensation replacing it: she’s fighting the goddamn Flyweight champion, and even though the title is not on the line, Roberts has evolved A LOT over the years, and might just be better than her. Maybe. Lavigne decides to play it defensive for the remainder of the round, backtracking and keeping her arms up to protect her features. But Roberts just switches targets to pound that tummy, a left-right combo sinking into trembling flesh. In the American blonde’s mind, any punishment will eventually add up, and Avril’s inferior gut might just be the weak point to leverage a confession later on. Bell rings and though she’s clearly retaken the round, Avril doesn’t look TOO bothered by the body attacks, breathing steadily but that core of hers looking like it’s weathered worse storms.
ROUND 3:
Roberts is back to being aggressive, taking every shot that she sees open. She loops punches inwards left and right, upwards and over, trying to plug flesh by hook or crook. Avril looks shocked at first, desperately moving her guard up and down, trying to block. She’s nipping away at the champ back with counter-punches that stun her to the nose, mouth, and forehead, and Roberts suddenly has a look of shock on her own face when Avril decides to NAIL her with a step-in right hook! OUCH!! Lavigne thinks it’s time to strike, and strike she does! She manages to hammer another double whammy to the body and the cheek before Roberts covers up and scrambles back for dear life, the rest of the former champ’s punches landing high and low to her arms. Roberts left seething by the bell, not liking this turnabout. She’s the goddamn Flyweight champion, and she ain’t gonna be bullied like this. She opts to stay away for the remainder of the time, and lands her own stinging shots that hurt Avril’s lead, but doesn’t beat it. Both girls seem like they just need to learn to control their emotions to get the points scored!
ROUND 4:
Lavigne’s pressuring Emma a lot more, but the element of surprise has been lost since that last blitz attack. Girls circle for the first minute, trading jabs from afar, neither willing to commit just yet. But Avril is the one growing impatient, perhaps looking for some payback after that AMD loss last month. She hammers away at the Ice Queen’s pale tummy whenever she can, her gloves making stiff indents upon that toned midsection, each time catching the other blonde off guard and eliciting a grunt first, a low growl later, as though the actress herself is vowing vengeance for ever thinking of targeting her tummy flesh. Second minute and Roberts, predictably, tries to return the favor, shooting her gloves downwards and in, to little avail, with Avril having baited her into doing so and only having to use her own guard to block, before swiftly punishing her back with swift lefts and rights to her chin. Not the best round for the champ when the bell finally rings, which Avril even acknowledges with a taunt: “READY TO QUIT YET, EMS??” to which Emma simply scowls and shoots her a rude gesture with both gloves.
ROUND 5:
First minute and Avirl CHARGES, seeing a more sluggish opening from her rival! Emma looks shocked at first but quickly recovers, backing away and blocking with her arms and legs moving in hypermotion. But that doesn’t stop the Canadian songstress from planting leather all over, particularly targeting Roberts’ softening core muscles as she JAMS those lefts and rights in there, forcing leather to impact her sides and meaning to CUT the champ in half! Avril snarling as she roars in, smelling blood, but Roberts braces her abs and fights back, neat hooks of her own returned in cleaner arcs to catch her rival’s face back, crisper and cleanly turning Avril’s head to the side, then the other, making her PAY for her early soiree into enemy territory! One more JOLT to the side and Avril is regretting her life choices here, reeling towards the ropes with her eyes shut and lips parted, trying to maintain her balance! AND HERE COMES ROBERTS instead, bounding back in and WHOMPING a big overhand to the kisser, and DOWN AVRIL GOES, getting FLOORED to the canvas with her head snapping back from that giant right hand, the rest of her body following her with a THUD! It’s the first KNOCKDOWN for the Flyweight champ!
The referee is, of course, a passive participant in this contest, and Roberts takes in a heavy breath, immediately signaling for the microphone, before stumbling about Avril’s fallen form, wondering how she’s gonna elicit her surrender. Meanwhile, the lack of an official works both ways, with Avril immediately trying to rise on instinct but then realizing that there’s NO count in this contest, opts to lie flat on her back and recover best she can. But she doesn’t account for her opponent, who swiftly straddles her from behind, Emma then raining more punches down into her face and body, shrieking, “How’d you like that, b*tch?! Still wanna test my abs?!?” Avril thrashes, bucks and shrieks from below, but can’t find the energy to shove Emma off her. After another stiff blow lands straight into her stomach, she gulps and sputters, before the microphone is physically forced into her face. “Say it, b*tch,” Emma hisses. “Beg me to stop.”
But there’s still plenty of defiance in Avril’s eyes. She turns her head away, groaning even with her hair gripped by Emma’s gloves above. And no matter how many times Roberts asks her to say the words or drive more punches down into her belly, she fights back tears and shakes her head vigorously. That’s enough for now, according to the ring official, who HAS to break up the confrontation after three denials by one fighter, and Emma is reluctantly pulled off her perch and forced back to the neutral corner, where she seethes and curses at the failed confession attempt. Meanwhile, Avril is allowed to recover to her feet, looking dazed and dazzled, but still able to stand her ground. It’s an exciting preview of what’s to come, indeed!
ROUND 6:
Roberts seeing red again and charges, looking to finish her foe off and claim the undeniable lead in this best-of-seven contest. She rushes in and immediately begins to hammer away at Avril’s arms, throwing big hooks and a bigger tantrum that her rival didn’t immediately surrender to her overwhelming superiority. She’s squaring those hips and plowing away at her guard, trying to break it down through sheer force of will, the occasional slip under the arms to bash away at the Canadian singer’s tummy throwing Avril back with a further lurch and groan. But for now, Avril remains sturdy. Second half and she STUNS the Ice Queen right back with a sudden, countering overhand that catches her between the eyes, which jolts her head back abruptly. Emma growls and keeps on coming though, and both girls end up BRAWLING near the ropes, clinching up and continuing to snarl in each other’s faces, banging gloves away at the sides of the body and face, with the occasional illegal headbutt or knee lift to the inner thigh to keep things interesting. Of course, either girl is constantly mouthing off at the other, exchanging choice words like, “READY TO PLEAD, b*tch?!” and “JUST SAY THE WORDS!” Bell rings soon after, though, and the referee has to forcibly pry them apart to send them back to their respective corners.
ROUND 7:
Emma’s slowing down, her chest heaving and not expecting such a fight from her now 40 y/o rival. Lavigne has been hard at work in the gym and training to both withstand Emma’s body attacks, but also go the distance in order to outlast and outpunch. She surprises the recent champ in the seventh with a sudden flurry to the face and body, her jabs still shooting out with regular efficiency and effectiveness, circumventing Emma’s guard to plant leather straight into her face or dipped low to plug at the center tummy, making Roberts grunt out loud and retreat, her slower guard beginning to fail her. Middle of the round and Emma puts up a solid counterattack, suddenly swerving to avoid a jab before ramming her own cross up into Avril’s face, then beating the dazed girl back by muscling in close and ramming short-ranged pistons into her lower tummy, hook after hook just carving out a space and repeatedly bending the poor girl over. At one point, Avril gets pushed into the ropes and propped up by a forearm shoved into her throat. Emma then asks THE question, “Want me to stop, hag??” before not waiting for a reply and ramming another hook into her tummy to force a grunt as answer. Bell rings soon after, however, meaning Avril still takes it wide, though both girls are clearly approaching their breaking point as they tiredly stumble back to their corners.
ROUND 8:
First minute sees another absolute slugfest in the center, with both girls making a final push to outlast the other. Emma keeps going to the body, those stomach-churning fists curled into Avril’s sides and the navel itself, trying to physically force her gloves inwards and break her resolve by breaking her abs, just like before. Lavigne, however, is a whole lot wiser, bracing her stomach muscles and that additional training in the gym paying off, as she absorbs and weathers the blows, before shocking the champ right back by targeting her face. Emma is defiant to the last minute, even with her facial features getting swished to the side and upwards, as the punches begin to add up: a left hook dazzles to the cheek badly, almost sending her flying off her feet, though the nail in the coffin is the follow-up uppercut that SNAPS her head upwards and leaves her stumbling, looking hella groggy! AVRIL CIRCLES HER PREY, continuing to pick at the wounded champ with more big punches to her face, at times toying with the Ice Queen as she sends jolt after jolt straight into her nose and mouth, mixed with the occasional upwards swing that forces another dull groan from her lips! Roberts has NO choice but to back away into one of the corners, her back using the turnbuckles for support to prevent herself from going down, but her guard at this point is shot to hell, her arms easily swiped away by the torrent that is the snarling, growling Avril Lavigne, who sees revenge in her sights! More crushing headshots have the poor Roberts slumping against the ropes, barely able to stand. But just before she goes down, dear Avril has OTHER plans for her trapped and hapless rival! With malicious glee, she clinches in close, whispering a harsh taunt in her ear, before driving a vicious uppercut into her stomach to make sure she’s utterly subdued. Then, the Canadian grabs each of Emma’s trembling legs, physically shoving them to the side and over each of the middle ropes, so that the trapped blonde is immobilized in the corner, and forced to sit on the taut ropes mid-air!
“How’s the view, champ?!” Avril hisses, holding the groaning girl up by her hair. Roberts has a glazed over look in her eyes, her own arms draped over the top rope involuntarily to keep her entire frame from keeling over. Her lips are parted as she lets out a muffled response, before a wound-up shot to the belly has her entire frame convulsing once more with an “UGHHH!!” Avril is in full control now, a smug grin on her face as she toys with her trapped prey, not even bothering to ask for the microphone just yet, knowing she’ll need to utterly break her rival before there’s a chance of somone as proud as Roberts surrendering. There she stands, using her own body to prop her up against the turnbuckle, the best position to belt her in her heaving belly over and over again, punctuated by the occasional WHAP across the face just to keep her awake. It’s not long however before the exhausted Avril is out of strength, and chooses to SHOVE the microphone into Emma’s twisted face, asking her to quit. But it seems like the Ice Queen will need to broken a little further, with Emma twisting her own features and uttering a "f*ck you, whore!” which earns her another stiff shot to her pale belly.
Lavigne has got ALL the time in the world here, and two more chances to get a confessional, snarling before transitioning to Emma’s face, taking turns swiveling shots to the left and right, easily winding back her punches before letting them fly forth with extra power. Poor Roberts can only sit there and take it, her gumshield soon tumbling out of her mouth and onto the mat after another vicious hook lands square on her cheek and physically jolts her head and shoulders over the top rope. Finally, the Ice Queen goes cold, her entire body left hanging limp upon the ropes, her own head swiveling backwards before drooping down, a long line of dribble falling from her lips. No playbook here, folks, with the referee standing by, powerless as well to determine when to stop this madness. But Lavigne STILL hasn’t won the fight. Not technically. She snarls in once more, tugging hard on Emma’s blonde hair and pulling her head upwards, before slapping her several times with her gloves, intending to wake her up and then continue the abuse. It’s like water thrown over a KO’ed girl, and slowly, Emma stirs back to life, only to have the microphone shoved again into her bruising lips. “f*cking say it. Or this is gonna get hella worse for you b*tch!” Avril sneers, breathing heavy, surely hoping Emma is finally about to give in soon before she herself collapses to the mat in exhaustion. Realization flickers in Emma’s eyes, as she realizes she’s STILL caught in this hellish predicament. Her face is growing puffy and red now, but she still doesn’t relent. “YOU f*cking say it... slu--OUUGGHHH!!”
Another hit swivels in, this time more powerful than the last, ramming her head to the right. Avril realizes that this rival of hers may need more punishment in order to break – hopefully she can deliver!. BAM! BAM! BAM! Emma takes another SIX punches to her face, before she can finally be heard mumbling something akin to a word. Lavigne leans in close, hissing into her ear, telling the Ice Queen to “Speak up, I can’t f*cking hear you!.”
"Stop… stop.” Roberts mutters in despair, her beautiful face looking like it’s seen better day, all puffy and red with a hint of blue. And that seems to be it, folks, with Emma Roberts has finally called it quits!
But Lavigne’s NOT satisfied! Why are we not surprised? It’s the culmination of all the past matches and torture she’s suffered at the hands of the American, and having Roberts trapped in her firm grasp seems just TOO good of an opportunity to pass up! Malice forms in her eyes as Avril responds with a, "Ask me NICELY, b*tch. You have to say “PLEASE”."
Emma, now visibly bleeding from her nose, her eyes swirling with grogginess, has the flicker of comprehension. Breathing hard and sucking in desperate air, her arms flailing about helplessly over the ropes, she musters a final, "f*ck you b*tch!” from the depths of her throat, which draws a ROAR from the crowd and her fight fans! There’s still LIFE still in this battered form of hers, something Avril CAN’T abide by! The Canadian blonde visibly shakes with fury, getting royally pissed at her utter defiance! AND THE PUNCHES CONTINUE! Avril just standing a feet apart and GOING TO TOWN on the poor Emma, using her entire frame as a punching bag, until a brutal right cross slams directly into her nose, and a sickening CRUNCH echoes through the arena, with Emma’s head physically shoved backwards from the impact! There’s a strangled cry from Emma’s lips as almost immediately, her nostrils begin to bleed profusely, and she utters a shrill cry: "You broke my f*cking nose!!!"
But if you think that’s gonna stop Avril, well you clearly don’t know the Dollhouse Queen. She snarls again and begins to specifically target that broken piece of cartilage, sending more short, snappy punches into Emma’s mutilated nostrils, and sending specks of red flying in all directions, with Emma finally being broken down into a groggy mess, her eyes squeezed shut, her cheeks left all puffy and bruised, and her lips parted wide.
“Okay… okAY!! STOPPP--” Emma utters a weak but audible cry. She’s clearly utterly broken, fighting back tears, with the blinding pain also making it difficult to breathe. One last time for the cameras, folks, as Lavigne shoves the microphone into her swollen lips, literally using it as a weapon to inflict more pressure and pain on the tortured flesh.
“Say it, b*tch.” Avril huffs. “Say “PLEASE”. Into the mic! Or I’ll break something else.”
Emma hesitates, taking her time, low wheezes uttered as she tries to gather her wits, MAYBE fight back in one last huzzah, though that blood loss is starting to worry the nearby medical team. After taking too long to respond, however, Lavigne tugs on her tresses once more, drawing her head back to further restrict her breathing with a gurgle. But the final kicker is when she pulls back her fist, raising it high so Emma can see the threat coming, as clear as day. Finally, the Ice Queen’s eyes go wide with panic, and she sputters into the bloodied mic: “Please stop.... f*cking stop....I quit b*tch!”.
The roar from the crowd finally signals the end of this fight, the ref quickly calls for the bell! Birthday girl Avril Lavigne is your winner!
Official Result: Avril Lavigne defeats Emma Roberts via KO8!
AFTER:
Immediately collapsing down to all fours on the mat, Lavigne’s utter exhaustion is clear. But there’s a smile on the singer’s face, she has done it! Evening the score to 2-2 in the series, Lavigne can finally breath a sigh of relief and begin her 40th birthday celebrations proper!
And that, she does! With Roberts still trapped, draped over the ropes in that deadly corner of the ring, Lavigne takes 30 seconds or so to recover, before slowly making her way to her corner. The victorious blonde is then handed her pink birthday cake and raises it above her head to loud cheers from her fans.
Strutting towards her finished opponent, Lavigne reaches the corner and stands before Robert’s destroyed form. “I heard you didn’t know it’s my birthday today, Ems. Well, now you know. So are you gonna wish me a happy birthday or what?.” Avril chuckles.
Roberts, of course, does not respond. The actress’ head hangs low as she rests trapped in the corner ropes, refusing to look at her hated stablemate whatsoever.
“I fucked you up. And I can do it some more. Wish me a happy birthday, Emma.” Avril sneers, starring at Emma and holding up her cake with her right hand.
Lifting her gaze slightly to look at Avril’s face, Emma has only one thing to say and it’s not what Avril is hoping for, or maybe it is? “Go...f*ck....yourself, COW.” Is Emma’s cold, hate filled response.
“Wrong answer b*tch!” And with that, Lavigne SLAMS her big birthday cake right into Emma’s face! BAM!!! Shoving the cake deep into the defeated blonde’s face, Avril makes sure Emma’s face is buried in cake before finally letting go with a giggle, letting the cake slide down Roberts’ bruised face and down to the mat, leaving the once gorgeous proud actress’ face covered in sticky, gooey, white and pink cake matter. This is truly humiliating folks!
Grabbing the mic once again, the victorious Lavigne can be heard laughing to herself before screaming into the mic “Happy 40th f*cking birthday to me, bitcheeeeeessss!!!” getting a big standing ovation from her many fans in the arena tonight!
Soon the ring is swarmed by Dollhouse personnel, and soon Roberts gets the help she desperately needed, taken down from her predicemant in the corner and finally placed down on the mat, where she spends the next 15 or so minutes being worked on by the Dollhouse medical team, who have plenty of work to do here after a gruesome ending to tonight’s fight.
Lavigne continues her celebrations for several more long minutes inside the ring, completely ignoring her wrecked rival’s condition, and soon, as in previous fights in the series, the victorious singer declares her choice for the next fight’s stipulation: “The next fight is going to be a .....’GET THE f*ck OUTTA MY RING’ bout.” Avril smiles. “I think it’s pretty self explanatory, but yeah, if you need me to spell it out for you - winning will require throwing your opponent out of the ring for a 20 count. That b*tch thought tonight was humiliating for her?....just wait until I f*ck her up and throw her out of MY ring. It’s gonna be a f*cking blast!. Now excuse me, I got a birthday to celebrate bitches!”
And with that...Avril begins her victory / birthday celebration march out of the arena to loud fanfare, leaving the Ice Queen to her fate, and what surely is going to be quite a long recovery period for Emma, something she is surely not used to. This series took a gruesome turn for the worse tonight, and after BOTH girls have been thoroughly humiliated by the other in their 2 recent encounters, and with the series now tied at 2-2, the next showdown between these two is surely going to be one for the ages!!! We’re sure we’ll see you there!
Congratulations and a very Happy 40th birthday Avril Lavigne!