Post by The Dollhouse on May 4, 2018 20:44:15 GMT -6
Lauren Mayberry (30, 5’0, 100 lbs, 0:3 FCBA, The Dollhouse) Vs. Tatiana Maslany (32, 5’4, 119 lbs, 0:2 FCBA, Lookout Atlantic Boxing) Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
BEFORE: "It’s quite a night for me.” Lauren opens up at the pre-fight press conference. “I know I haven’t been doing well so far and I REALLY don't wanna go 0-4, not to mention getting knocked out again…” the brunette wincing at the thought the moment it escapes her mouth. “Eh.... it's not fun. But…” she laughs, quickly back to her contagious smile. “I’ve been working my ass off and my team did an awesome job to make sure I'm ready for Tatiana tonight. I'm feeling pretty good and I'm hoping tonight is gonna be my night, I want to celebrate!."
Good news for Lauren is that her opponent, Tatiana Maslany, also suffers from the same affliction she has - standing 4 inches taller and two years older, the Lookout starlet ALSO struggling to secure that first breakthrough win of her career, with a record of 0-2 not in her favour. Naturally, she has some similar comments for reporters:
“As you can tell, we both have a lot riding on the outcome of this fight. One thing good though is - and I mean this sincerely - ONE of us will have broken our losing streaks by the end of tonight. If it’s Lauren who manages this, then I congratulate her from the bottom of my heart. But of course, I’m hoping that it’s going to be me,” the Canadian actress concluding with a wink and laugh.
Lauren modest, cute, quiet, quirky - those are the words used by her fans to describe the Scottish beauty. Definitely not words used when you’re describing a prized fighter in the ring, however, and the little Scot having trouble lately (in her brief career) at finding wins for herself. Tonight though, as she skips out from backstage down the ramp, wearing her regular old pink sports bra and black tights, waving her matching gloves cheerfully to her fans on either side, her tight ponytail dangling along behind her, she hopes to finally change her fortune. Lauren settles in her corner, getting some important last moment instructions from head trainer Kristanna Loken as Tatiana’s turn to make an entrance comes.
Tatiana bursts through the curtains clad in a gorgeous dark blue bikini and matching gloves, her hair in a high ponytail. She strikes a pose, a huge lovely grin on her face as she starts making her way to the ring, waving in all directions.
Moments later, we’re in the ring, and both girls are ready to square off to claim their elusive prize. Both girls meet in the center of the ring, smiling, happily touching gloves. A rare sight at the Doll Ball for sure. Referee finally waves his arms and no more time for courtesies. Here we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
ROUND 1: Lauren showing off what she’s learnt in the ring these past few months - she’s proving to be every bit the technical and defensive fighter, perhaps in the same league as other more experienced girls. Defensive fighting plays right to her strengths: she’s circling her opponent sideways rather than charging head-on, Tatiana looking nervous and uncertain by comparison at not doing her homework earlier. Lauren waiting for her to advance on her before slowly picking her off when she least expects it: a jab to the face here, a swing to the body there, letting Tatiana’s own mistakes come back to bite her on her cute ass. Tatiana not liking this one bit but has little option once the three minutes of trial and error are up. Hopefully she can rebound in the next few rounds.
ROUND 2: And rebound she certainly does - it took only about the duration of one round for Tatiana to wise up to Lauren’s tactics. Now, she’s mirroring the Scot’s movements, playing it conservative and smart as well by hanging back and not brazenly feeding the lion. Stalemate thus results in the first minute when both girls shooting jabs from afar but not hitting many targets. It does wonders to f*ck with Lauren’s mindset, however, confusing her with Tatiana’s abrupt change in strategy. How’s she gonna adapt to this? Final minute has her breaking ranks and advancing, and unfortunately becomes on the receiving end of her own abuse like in the previous round. Maslany sticking her glove into her pixie face with every step forward, blowing away whatever lead she accrued thus far.
ROUND 3: Girls are even in points and what they say really does ring true: it’s only in the third do you get a real sense of who has what it takes to make it all the way to the tenth. Lauren forced to adapt to survive, and perhaps that’s been her downfall for the past few matches - she’s unable to utilise her own strengths to beat tougher, bigger opponents. She succeeds in the first half at least by increasing her speed to run circles around Tatiana, scooting and scoring, then fleeting and flinging, frustrating Maslany as she just can’t keep up with the Scot’s energy. However, towards the end, Lauren gets caught with a big hook that lands on her forearms, pushing her backwards and slightly off balance. Tatiana rushing in to capitalize immediately, scoring a few more blows off of her guard, spanking the body before Lauren manages to evacuate herself from the hot pocket. Lauren’s round still, but that last flurry might do more permanent damage if she isn’t careful next time...
ROUND 4: Tatiana regaining her confidence, a sly smile on her face as she advances, knowing she just needs to get lucky with a few choice hooks to Lauren’s face to end this fight. Hell, that’s how Lauren ended up on the floor the last few times anyways. Mayberry knows this as well, deciding to hang and fall back on her earlier skills that won her the first round by keeping her distance and punching only when punched at. And it works - Tatiana too fixated on scoring that knockdown as the counter-jabs start taking their toll on her nose and lips repeatedly. A particularly hard cross form Mayberry STUNS her in the third minute - AND there she does, stumbling backwards in trouble! Mayberry CHARGING, perhaps recklessly, looking to keep up the numbers! More punches to her foe’s sternum and then a right uppercut FLINGS her head back! DOWN MASLANY GOES! FLAT ON HER BACK!! IT’S A KNOCKDOWN for Lauren Mayberry!!
What a score for the Scot! She’s on cloud nine as she leaps into the air with both arms already fully rejoicing. A textbook flurry combination ending in that uppercut was perfectly executed and no doubt that Mayberry’s risk paid off big time. Now she’s back in neutral corner, nodding at similar congratulations from her trainers, but hang on a second, madam - she hasn’t won just yet. Maslany on her way back up, slowly but surely, groaning as she pulls herself back up to the ropes by the count of 8. She’s still groggy, but at least she’s alive. BIG round for Lauren, that’s for sure. But the concerned look on her face at the sight of her opponent standing back up might hint at things to come. Let’s see if she can cross the finish line?
ROUND 5: Mayberry with a CHARGE at her opponent at the bell, looking to finish this! Tatiana absorbing the blows with her first steps out of corner, both arms thoroughly covering her head to weather. The Canadian takes a beating on her tummy but truth be told the smaller Scot not doing much damage besides carbon scarring as she punts her little hands in and out. Mayberry still looking confident however as she flails away at the body, DOESN’T see that left hook coming at her own head until it’s too late - BLAMM - Oh my word! That one hook STUNS her on the spot, stumbling her to one side! Lauren finding out the hard way that her opponent isn’t quite done just yet - now she’s the one in trouble, getting walked back across the ring with powerful blows buffeting her small body about, pushing her backwards each time a hook grazes her arms or bangs off the side of her head. Tatiana growling, face filled with tepid concentration as she just steps forward and fires, picking and choosing deliberate shots to break the weaker girl’s guard apart for good. A fifth hook to the bruised arms finally DOES THE TRICK - Lauren groaning as her face punted clear to one side, then the other, as a pair of quick swipes from Tatiana makes her eat leather and like it. The poor Scot finally EATS an uppercut of her own design up into the jawline, goes FLYING OFF HER FEET and back to the ground with a loud THUDD! It’s a payback KNOCKDOWN for Tatiana Maslany, folks!!
Hell yeah, the fans seem to chant, at this amount of action usually reserved for the main event or what not. Tatiana breathing heavily as she raises a glove to the crowd before congregating back in corner to recover. Lauren however is still flat on her back, mewing. Even at the count of 6, she’s rocking her lithe body left and right, back and forth, trying her best to get off her back, but it’s too much for her. She doesn’t make it past all fours when the referee finally and mercifully hits the 10-count! Unfortunately, this battle’s over for her!
Official Decision: Tatiana Maslany defeats Lauren Mayberry via KO5!
AFTER: True to her word, Tatiana is the first one to check on Lauren after the decision is made official, bending down to help the smaller girl back up to her feet, then giving her a consolation hug and some words of encouragement in one ear. For one girl, her losing streak is finally over. For the other, sadly it looks set to continue for the near future. Both girls equally moved for this fact, and Tatiana finally surrenders Lauren to the medics and begins her own journey to sustain this win.
Lauren trying her best to hold back tears as she’s escorted out of the arena by her squadmates and trainers. Just what does this spritely girl have to do before she’s rewarded a win for her efforts? Every Dollhouse fan thinking the same question, no doubt, and we wish her the best of luck in her future fights. You’d never know - maybe the fifth time’s the charm?
Post by The Dollhouse on May 4, 2018 20:50:06 GMT -6
(20, 5’8, 120 lbs, 10:1 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
(30, 5’8, 124 lbs, 7:15 FCBA, The Fighting Academy)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
"So, do you guys think she's gonna give me a hard time tonight?” Bella chuckles, leaning back cross-handed in her chair at the pre-fight press conference. “Though seriously…I gotta give Annalynne some respect here… we have pretty similar builds and she’s fit as f*ck! I don't know why she's not having much success in the ring though, I've been told she's gone 0-7 since 2011… OUCH. That's pretty f*cking depressing. I'm hoping this will be a pretty fun competitive fight but I guess I shouldn't hold my breath,” Bella concluding her comments with a short laugh that’s equal parts mockery and pity at the same time.
The saltiness not missed on Annalynne, who’s known for her equally brutal tongue despite her far-from-stellar record in the ring. “Bella honey, hate to break it to you but you’re nothing more than an overrated, blown out of proportion…in more way than one…. *chuckle* dumb kid with what appears to be fake tits. And to think you just won the JMD title. Honey, I don’t need a stupid diamond bra to validate my REAL tits. I’d say that THAT’s pretty f*cking depressing.”
Those comments immediately making Bella’s blood boil, and the two proud ladies almost come to blows as Bella springs off her chair and moves to tangle with her from across the table, but she’s held back by ring officials at spitting distance. Annalynne just smirking back at her, remarking at how easy it is to get into her mind and f*ck with it.
Hours later and we’re ready for our next fight - Bella’s up-beat music blasting through the speakers, signaling her big arrival to the arena. Bella positively beaming after winning the JMD world title just a week ago, now confidently displaying her newly-crowned assets for all to be reminded of as she comes down the ramp wearing her new diamond studded bra on top of her usual black sports bra and tights attire. Her matching gloves high above her head as she soaks in the cheers of her fans, jogging her way to the ring while blowing a few kisses to the fans around her until she finally reaches the ring and swiftly slides under the bottom rope then effortlessly jumps to her feet, making her way to her corner where she takes off her diamond bra and begins jumping up and down, shadow boxing and awaiting her opponent’s arrival.
And here she comes! Annalynne Mccord bursts through the curtains with a loud BANG of smoke, the
Blonde flourishing her impressively fit body at the entrance to the arena, sleek black bikini covered in a white shawl and dark shades showing off equal style. Annalynne pacing slowly towards the ring, a confident smirk on her face as she makes her way, finally climbing into the ring, completely ignoring Bella in the process, as if the redhead isn’t even there as she strolls through the ring to her corner where she proceeds to follow her stretching routine for several long minutes, getting under Bella’s skin even more as Bella is now pacing about, itching to get started.
With a sudden wave of the hand, the referee finally decides he’s had enough and calls for the bell! Here we go with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
Annalynne shoots out of her corner aggressive and speedy at the bell - a deadly combination as she takes the fight to Bella like not many of her opponents have done before. Bella gets harassed to the head early on, grunting as her jabs land and then she retreats, Annalynne using her legs to avoid a comeback from the Dollhouse champ. Growling back, Thorne not enjoying that feeling of getting toyed with one bit, once she sees an opening, decides to pounce on it. Annalynne feeling her wrath when a double jab combo slams hard into her nose and lips, then a follow up right hook dazes her with a hard swipe to the face! Blonde keeps on getting wrecked as Bella keeps in close and continues to up the pressure. She may have had some earlier success with multiple shots, but they don't seem have had desired lasting effect, with Bella making her pay for her insolence with a wide round in her favour.
Looks like Annalynne has learnt her lesson to not brawl outright with the lethal redhead. She starts relying on her base skills, attacking Bella less often head-on and instead counterpunching at the redhead’s reckless advance by contrast. Thorne eager to extend her lead (some would say *too* eager), doesn't realize she’s back to getting toyed with until it’s too late. Every punch expertly avoided by McCord with a weave back or to the side, the blonde hits right back with some off-the-cuff hard shot to Bella’s face. Redhead rattled this round, having trouble keeping to a winning strategy as she gets outclassed by the blonde this round. Let’s see where this takes us as both women are now a round apiece at the end of the second.
Bella drawing on that feral energy as she charges forward, intending to tangle like before. Annalynne knows she doesn’t do so well in close quarters combat, at first backs away from the charging bull, fighting defensively with jabs thrown at the head. Those quick straight hands land on Bella’s forearms instead, never quite troubling her as much as she’d hoped. Bella SWINGS a left hook that’s narrowly avoided again by McCord but a follow-up right CRASHES hard into her raised guard, sending her flying off to the side. Annalynne letting out a sharp squeal from the power of that punch, but holds her defenses together still intact. Late in the round the blonde picks up her opponent’s rhythm and uses it to her own advantage, snapping long jabs galore into Thorne’s face with every subsequent charge her way, thereby stealing the round from under her nose, quite literally. Bella needs to find a winning strategy if she’s gonna hope to stay in this fight for long.
“Hey BELLS, how’re those hooters of yours??” Annalynne making fun of Bella’s recent championship win as she steps in early, sends a left-right combo straight into the redhead’s chest! Bella enraged after she shrieks in pain, comes CHARGING right back with both eyes fixated on cleavage for revenge of her own. Perhaps Annalynne underestimating her opponent’s resolve and modesty, finds herself trapped on the ropes later in the round, her tummy pounded on by the vengeful girl and then can’t stop a couple of nasty shots into her chest area to boot, just because Bella’s able to. Hey there, this ain’t a JMD match, ladies? Remaining one minute left spent in separation as both girls nurse their chest wounds and only throw occasional punches at each other to keep the other at bay. Bella’s fire rekindled this round, we hope, with Annalynne undoubtedly awakening a sleeping giant.
Having rested and relaxed in the last round, BOY do these two go right back at it in the fifth. Mutual BLAMs of step-in right hands land squarely on the cheek as both girls try to take advantage of the other’s moment of weakness, power hands pushed through to finish this early. Resulting chaos is painful to watch and we’re guessing even more painful for either woman to take. They take turns jacking hooks into the tummy unadulterated, then test the other’s defences with short uppercuts flung up into the upper guard, looking for any weaknesses in order to force their way right through. Girls left panting in each other’s arms as Annalynne takes a nasty shot to the lips, ducks under another one by Bella, then clinches up with a wrap-around her chest. Time runs out as neither girl succeeds in putting her opponent away this round, making it an effective tie. This might very well be Bella Thorne’s toughest fight to date, ladies and gentlemen, as McCord seems ready and able to go the distance here!
To Bella’s credit, Annalynne looking like a wreck after that last round, stumbling forward with her mouth hanging open, but kudos to the blonde as she puts her arms back up and TAKES that wild, brazen charge from Bella Thorne, the redhead looking like a summer desert dervish, whirling forward with her red hair in the wind, ROCKS her foe with a barrage of punches left and right in every direction! Bella just pushing Annalynne backwards with her rapid response, the blonde left with little to no breathing space as she makes herself small to weather this storm. After ducking under another right hook aimed high, McCord resorts once more to clinching up with her arms wrapped around Bella’s chest, but this time, it allows Bella to push her back into the ropes and pin her there, using her body weight and legroom to go to town on her hapless victim. Annalynne mewing as her rock hard tummy takes a beating, drummed with hooks left and right, but Bella herself tiring as she wonders what it’ll take for this girl to go the f*ck down even after this onslaught. Bell rings and she fails to put her away again, wondering if this last burst of energy might cost her performance in the next round.
Well, her fears definitely put to rest... Annalynne equally drained from that assault on her in the last round, with both of them stumbling towards one another in a drunken dance that threatens to end this match in an anti-climax. Annalynne knows she has to pick up her own pace, and is the first one to start flinging half-hearted jabs at Bella’s face, but Bella looks more irritated than worried, flicking them away as best she can, then scoring with even more deadly punches to her abdomen, spanking leather off flesh mixed with the dull groans from Annalynne’s lips. The blonde leaves herself open with a surge of her body forward from those belly blows - Bella seizes the moment and swings for the fences - right hook CATCHES the blonde flush on the side of the face, and DOWN SHE GOES, death spiral on the spot as Annalynne CRUMPLES TO CANVAS! A brilliant knockdown for Bella Thorne! Is this it??
Referee doing due diligence as his steady count encourages Annalynne to get back to her feet, but the blonde clearly struggling with every fibre of her being as she tries to reorient herself but has trouble even pushing off her feet. Bella already in her own corner, breathing hard, but with every steady breath she’s looking more and more like her previously self: confident, self-assured, knows she’s back on top, as a Queen should be. The count hits 10 and Annalynne is still on her knees, front torso draped over the lowest rope and failing to meet it! It’s OVER for her!
Official Decision: Bella Thorne defeats Annalynne McCord via KO7!
“F*ck YEAH!” are the first words out of Thorne’s mouth as she takes another big win under her belt. Seven rounds prove that the newly crowned champion really has the lungs to go the distance, and this win over McCord tonight just solidifying that claim. None of that graciousness or sportswomanship of a champion, however - swift soccer kick to Annalynne’s side sends the poor girl sprawling onto her back clutching her midsection. Bella saunters over, steady glare downwards at her handiwork, not an inch of mercy as she plants a telling foot firmly down onto the blonde’s chest, like a conquered piece of work ready for showcase.
"Any more words?” the redhead coos down, smiling. “Your mouth can't help you much now, eh? I'm just THAT much better, so you’d better DEAL with it, b*tch!"
Annalynne shaking her head left to right, eyes squeezed shut in reply. I guess silence means consent for Bella Thorne, who’s had her fun in the ring and now taking time to acknowledge her fans around all four corners of the arena, her two hands high up in the air brandishing her JMD title bra. She’s crossed one finish line last week with the biggest win of her career thus far. What’s next for the fiery phoenix?
Post by The Dollhouse on May 4, 2018 20:55:20 GMT -6
(29, 5’2, 104 lbs, 3:1 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
(31, 5’3, 113 lbs, 1:1 FCBA, Free Agent)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
Another Flyweight match-up tonight, with Dollhouse firecracker Hayley Williams facing off against up-and-comer redhead Holland Roden. The Flyweight circle not that big to begin with, with Holland recently coming off a loss against Emma Watson and Haley Williams stepping in to take advantage as well today and extend her win streak to 4. Hayley with a chill, cool, friendly tone when asked by reporters at the press conference for comments on her opponent tonight, trying to show sportsmanship and not that interested in talking trash:
"I'm gonna be trying REAL HARD to get my 4th win in a row tonight,” Hayley laughs with a low chuckle. “I've been feeling good lately and learning more and more each day. I haven't really been fighting as much as I'd like to - touring with my band is pretty exhausting, but I've had enough time off recently and I'm definitely ready for tonight! I know Holland is coming off a disappointing fight against Emma Watson, so she'll probably be extra motivated to kick my ass and get this win, AND on top of that, she's bigger than me. BUT, I'm pretty sure I can handle everything she throws at me, so…bring it sister!”
Hayley issuing the challenge more playfully than with malice, but of course Holland interpreting things differently, scowling at her younger opponent.
“Oh you just *had* to go and mention that overrated bloated British beanbag huh? Yes, she won the match, but f*ck it - she just got lucky,” Roden intones to reporters. By contrast, she doesn't look as eager to play nice when talking about her opponent. “Hayley Williams is a HAS been - it’s the same sh*t she pulled when her band started falling apart. And now she’s trying a career in the ring? I’m sorry dear, but seeing you in person….that little idea is going to go downhill just as fast as your band did.”
Hayley just shakes her head in response, preferring to stay quiet and make her fists do the talking in the ring as both girls leave the press conference to prepare for the fight ahead.
The pop-rock singer is the first to enter the arena, rocking her head up and down to the loud cheers of the fans and her own song, Paramore’s ‘That’s What You Get’ as she trots towards the ring, bright yellow dyed hair hanging lose, wearing her usual light blue muay thai trunks and blue sports bra, her white and blue gloves high fiving fans along the way. She quickly runs up the stairs and enters the ring, climbing all 4 corners of the ring with arms raised, thanking the fans for their support.
Holland Roden is up next and seems like the catty redhead is not a fan favorite in this house, gets greeted with mostly loud boos as she struts towards the ring, a cocky smirk on her face – the sassy redhead definitely enjoying playing the bad girl role here tonight. Holland is wearing a sexy dark green and black bikini covered partially by a black open see-through robe and matching black gloves, her red hair in a lose ponytail. That sexy bikini body on display definitely buying her some new fans in the arena as she flaunts proudly until the last moment before climbing the stairs to the ring. Once inside, Holland shoots Hayley a sly smile before walking over to her own corner and leaning casually against the corner post, arms resting on top rope, listening to her trainer’s last moment prep talk.
Roden’s brusque personality testing the limits of Hayley’s patience, especially when that forked tongue continues to spew nonsense into her face when both girls face off in the middle of the ring. Thankfully, referee orders them both back to corners before things get too out of hand. With a wave of his own, here we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
In what looks to be a familiar sight, Holland seen striding forward, looking to exert her power over a defensive fighter like Williams. It’s reminiscent of her previous bout against Emma Watson, and it looks like a lion will always keep his mane: defensive tactics work for a while to evade Holland, but Hayley Williams is still quite new at this compared to Watson - she’s caught early by a pair of hard strikes to the nose, pushing her back over the defensive line, leaving a grin on Holland’s pale face as her power is validated and she knows it’ll come into play for this fight. Hayley needs to be more calculated and MOVE a hell of a lot more if she wants to play the cautious card here.
That's exactly what the Dollhouse starlet does in the second, using her quick feet to stay away from Holland, with the redhead swinging and missing a whole lot more obviously this time. Hayley’s yellow hair a blur of evasion and quick strikes, managing to sting the face repeatedly throughout the round and then bob her own head out of the way of return hooks. Still, never underestimate a fiery auburn warrior princess - Roden surging forward with a flurry of jabs at Hayley’s head towards the end of the round, frustrating her efforts for total dominion. The girls slowly reach an even, balanced point as Williams also letting in a whole lot more punches to her face as she gets overambitious and allows Holland to pick up her own offense.. Close round for Hayley awarded yet by the end - she receives her own form of validation with a ‘Hell yeah!’ to acknowledge her screaming fans.
Holland would be damned however if she lets another fight get away from her again, not interested in going under 50% to start her in-ring career. Roden pushing her brawling instincts away, forces herself to let Hayley come to her instead. It works for the first minute, with Williams falling for the bait as she comes closing in. Holland diligently swatting away her oncoming punches (much to her surprise), only to time a right hook and send it careening CLEAN into the side of the petite rocker’s face. Ughh! Williams is stunned, now weathering more of such hooks to the head whilst still trying to retaliate at the same time. Holland however in feeding frenzy, goes to town with non-stop lefts and rights as both these lovely ladies simply abandon defense and swing for the fences. At the sound of the bell, they’re both swaying hard, but both still standing. Amazing that little Hayley Williams has some brawling blood in her veins as she manages to stand toe-to-toe with the bigger Holland.
Still, the little rocker can't afford to get too cocky - those punches from last round still hurt, and upon the warnings from her corner, Williams going back into turtling mode. Holland of course had other ideas - she barrels into Williams in the opening seconds, assuming she’s still winded. And the risk pays off! Hayley just not getting out of the way in time for that train wreck to crash into her, their bodies colliding in a loud SPLAT and shrill cries of panic echoing from one girl’s lips. Holland not really having a plan with that rush-move, but she’s not the one panicking here... Redhead uses the confusion to start banging punches off of Hayley’s body, hooks to the tummy as Hayley’s bod gets ravaged - it’s only when she hears her corner’s screams at her to “CLINCH UP!!” does she abide by the advice. Williams now clinging on to Roden by the neck and waist, keeping their bodies pinned together. It’s makeshift and crude, but it does the trick. Roden effectively paralyzed from the tight hug and she can't swing her arms as wide and powerful as before, only succeeding in growling her disdain and frustration into Williams’ ear “You little b*tchhh!! Get the f*ck OFF m-AGGH!”
Hayley breathing hard, but ventures her own gloves spanking off Holland’s lean body in retaliation, driving right hands into the belly button until the referee forces them apart at the bell. Holland’s turn to dominate this time, but not completely, as evident from Williams’ little smirk at Roden’s stumble back to corner right at the end.
Both girls hurt but both girls wanting more. It’s testimony to how much they want this win to prove that they have a future in this division. Hayley establishes her continued presence with first exchange jab jab jab into Roden’s face from afar. For a while, it seems that Holland is just too far out of it that she can't put up an adequate defense no longer. But as the punches start landing, Hayley getting more confident, FIRES a right hook to the head which is PARRIED out of the blue by Holland’s raised arm. The force of the impact takes Hayley completely by surprise, rattling her to one side awkwardly. Roden takes a deep breath and HUFF - SWIVELS the American’s head to the side!! OUCH. She’s in trouble! Holland priming her right hand for one more knockout blow, but this time Hayley automatically surges forward when she realises she can't get away in time, again wrapping both arms around the neck in another tight body clinch! Imagine the frustration in Holland’s mind as she shrieks and growls, pushing and shoving at the singer’s tight embrace, unable to put her away despite being given multiple chances to. Attribute it to luck or whatever you fancy, but while Holland is distracted pushing back on Hayley’s chest and shoulders, sneaky Hayley BURIES a right hand firm into the her belly, folding her over with a sudden, strangled HUHHGGGH. A few more pops to the button has Holland paralysed in her arms and now the one sinking down further into Hayley’s clinch. A final BLAST up into the chin and the combination is too much for her! Holland CRUMPLES to all fours!!
3...4… Hayley can’t believe her fortune… one moment she’s getting shell-lacked into one corner, and the other finds her standing over a gasping Holland, who’s still clutching at her body in pain. 5...6… Holland though already on the rise, using the ropes for support, manages to make it up at the count of 8! Hayley clearly disappointed but she shouldn’t be - she has still managed to turn that round around by some miraculous luck.
Nice girl Hayley shaking off that image once she’s in the ring, where she mercilessly goes after Holland’s body from the opening bell. It’s every woman for herself as Hayley displays the most amount of aggression we’ve seen thus far, now pounding away at the midsection and sides with straight hands, and Holland back to her paralyzed self, face awash with pain. She’s trying to make herself small and bring her guard low, but those two forearms just can’t protect every inch of her body and face combined as the lightning fast Williams stings mercilessly. And then, Hayley with ANOTHER right hook that CRASHES into the side of her face, knocking Holland down onto her side for the SECOND time this fight!
Crowd on their feet, as SURELY this must be the end?! Hayley certainly elated as she mounts the corner turnbuckle, her chest beating in and out from the final release of exertion. Dollhouse personnel also on their feet, already congratulating their girl with a big round of applause and shouts of approval from the apron. However, the audience lets out a gasp when they suddenly find Holland Roden back up on her feet, having recovered whilst Hayley was celebrating prematurely! The referee was on the verge of the ten-count, but now he’s already waving his hand for the round to resume, and believe us when they say there’s no one who’s more in shock than Hayley Williams herself, who thought she’d already had this cat in the bag. There’s still two minutes on the clock and four rounds to go, ladies and gents!
Hayley quickly snaps out of her stupor and charges, however, looking to make the most of the time left. And to her credit, Holland manages to hold off the attack for the first volley of punches, but after a third such blow disappears into her belly from just the sheer number that Haley’s throwing her way, and the third such deep grunt from her lips, the referee finally WAVES it off, not seeing any response from the anguished redhead! And it’s the right decision too - Holland sliding down the ropes, hugging her body in abject pain! It’s over!!
Official Decision: Hayley Williams defeats Holland Roden via TKO6!
Good girl Hayley immediately makes a reappearance, FINALLY celebrating for real this time with a pump of her fist into the air when the blast of her victory music reverberates through the arena. She then makes her way over the Holland, hovering over her defeated opponent’s knelt form to check to see if she’s okay.
Holland, however, shutting her concern down and spitting on her goodwill with a shout for her to ‘F*ckkk OFF!” half in pain and half with malice, before moaning again as her forehead touches the canvas. Hayley glaring back down at her as she recoils from the rudeness, but doesn’t retaliate, instead allowing herself a small smirk at the sight of Roden still writhing about on the ground in pain.
“Suit yourself, b*tch. Good fight though!” Haley states plainly, before her theme song soars into the air once more. She retreats to her own corner, high fiving head trainer Kristanna Loken with fellow stablemates already waiting with open arms ready to congratulate her, before the Dollhouse entourage heads backstage to prepare for the next exciting fight of the night.
Post by The Dollhouse on May 4, 2018 21:00:17 GMT -6
(27, 5’2, 100 lbs, 6:5 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
(22, 5’1, 127 lbs, 4:1 FCBA, Free Agent)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
FLASH of red pyrotechnic flares signals Emma Robert’s new, star-studded entrance into the consciousness of the FCBA audience, the all-American girl striking a pose with a flourish at the entrance whilst decked in an outfit made out of pink flamingo feathers and exaggerated black shades. Business as usual for her here as she continues to hog the spotlight, making her comments at the press conference earlier about her opponent tonight equally self-centered and derisive:
"If anyone thinks me and Abigail are good friends, they are clearly and hugely mistaken. Yes, we had to pretend to get along in the past for the sake of the show (‘Scream Queens’), but I don't have to put up with her SH*T anymore,” Emma spitting out her words with some deep-seated animosity dripping from her voice.
“*I* was the star of that show and she's been jealous of me since day one! It's easy to see why: this FATTY is plain jealous of my success and looks. Why is she even fighting at Fly?! her weight clearly makes her at least a Bantam, so she’s a cheater on top of everything. But I don’t care. Since she’s the one who asked for this fight, she's going to get what she asked for – me destroying her in front of everyone. b*tch is 100% DEAD.”
Strong words indeed from Emma who now takes her place at one corner of the ring, begins to undress from her elaborate costume, revealing her usual ring attire, pink sports bra and white tights with ROBERTS in big pink letters etched on her right thigh. Emma then begins stretching calmly, waiting for her opponent’s turn to make her entrance. Abigail Breslin entering the arena to cheers of her own, although the crowd is clearly favoring Roberts here by the looks (sounds) of it – not to be bothered - the cute movie starlet giving a brief smirk before dismissing the attention from the crowds with a wave of her hand. Abigail’s hair is tied in a tight ponytail, the curvey blonde is wearing a black sports bra showing plenty of cleavage as her large milky white breasts threaten to spill out from her too-small bra, thick thighs covered with ankle-long dark red tights and black gloves complete her sexy look for tonight.
“You know what? ‘Emma Roberts’ is just synonymous with ‘full of herself’, which ACTUALLY means – ‘full of sh*t’ - this much I’ve learnt about her since I started working with her.” Abigail responded to her opponent’s venomous words earlier tonight. “I don't take her too seriously because she’s simply not worth the time nor energy. And she wants to beat me up tonight? Tsk - she has it all wrong - I’m the one who requested this fight, and I can’t wait to bash that smug face in. She can’t back that f*cking huge mouth of hers (literally), and I’ll prove it tonight.”
Girls square off in the middle of the ring and the tension is palpable, with both of them almost identical in terms of height but obviously Abigail much heavier-set, her big frame a stark contrast to Robert’s slim petite figure. Breslin’s bulky arms clearly sounding warning bells in Emma’s head to be wary of her punch-power. “Ready to get punched in that cocky huge mouth of yours Ems?” Abigail taunts with a smirk as she stares into Emma’s hateful eyes. “I’d love to see you TRY, fatty.” Emma responds coldly, ending with her patented death stare. Referee instructs both girls to their respective corner, literally pushing the unmoving Emma back to get the girls moving in opposite directions.
No more talking. Referee calls for the start of this bout as soon as they both reach their corners, so here we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
Pure brawling power - that’s the best way to describe what Emma Roberts has to face in the opening minute as she dodges those big hooks flying straight at her head almost immediately! Abigail wasting no time here - she seems to do away with the lame pleasantries and go straight to using her advantage: her power as she charges at her petite opponent like a truck. Emma however too fresh for that number, barely gets caught at all in the opening round. However, strategy here from Breslin for those observant enough: Emma forced to focus on own defense, watching those huge fists coming at her from left and right doesn’t leave her much room to punch back, and so when a stray right hand from Breslin catches her firmly on the guard towards the end of the round, judges chalk this up to Abigail’s good sense, and give her the round regardless of her poor hit-ratio. Emma fuming as a result as she heads back to her own corner when the bell rings - unfortunately, you don’t get points for successfully not getting hit, dear.
Like her stablemate before her, Roberts needs to be on her toes and constantly adaptive to her opponent if she wants to win this. Second round and second chances abound: amazing how Breslin is still charging forward without needing to take a second breath, and Emma has to stay alert to avoid her attacks early on again. This time however Emma is proving quicker on her feet, more aware of the trajectory of this charging bear coming at her - she’s able to get out of the way much earlier and still plant jabs back into the side of her hide. Poking the bear repeatedly not the best idea, but Breslin doesn’t seem to have an answer for now, grimacing and grunting as her face, body and chest get harassed in passing whilst her own hooks just screaming through air and failing to land. Emma definitely back in the game - here’s hoping that she can take the lead in the next few rounds.
FINALLY, the big girl’s getting tired. Abigail huffing heavily, still steady though - it would be a mistake for Roberts to charge in at this point to attempt to dismantle. And hell - Roberts is actually taking the advice of her own corner and staying the f*ck away. That’s one thing that has always distinguished this girl from her contemporaries like Avril Lavigne - when push comes to shove, Emma has always been the smarter, more shrewd fighter. Roberts circling like a falcon, snapping punches into the big girl’s nose and in between holes of her guard, knocking up points pretty much all the way till the end of the round. Abigail’s exhaustion getting more pronounced even without an assailant bothering her throughout, but even her big swings showing signs of slowing down as her limbs start to fail her, resulting in Emma’s clean sweep when the bell rings.
To her credit, Roberts does *try* to throw caution to the wind at the start - she opts to stay out of range for the first minute, but when she sees Abigail crouched over the top rope, panting hard and not moving her feet any longer, against her better judgment she CHARGES. Abigail eating some stiff shots to the body as Emma goes to town on her without much regard to her own safety. Imagine her surprise when her face is SWIVELED to the side when Breslin counters with a backhand swing, putting every ounce of her energy as she rotates her body on the ropes. Not sure whether that punch connecting was aimed or just lucky. Emma SAVED by the ropes herself as she goes spiralling into them at the opposite end of the ring, that one shot enough to disorientate her sufficiently. Thankfully, Breslin herself slow to advance on her opponent, giving Roberts sufficient time to steady herself before more heavy blows start landing one after another on her tummy. Abigail making full use of the remaining time of this round, bullying an overwhelmed Emma around the ring and trapping the fragile blonde against the ropes. What’s more worrying is Robert’s corner frantically trying to yell some sense back into their girl, shouting at her to get the f*ck outta there, but it always doesn’t register when punches are landing left right and center. Thankfully, the referee finally calls for the bell and Breslin has to be pulled off of her prey shouting “Not that cocky anymore huh b*tch?! I’ll break your stupid face Ems!” a distraught Emma lets out a sigh of relief as she leans panting against the top rope for a few long moments watching the big blond making her way back to her corner with one arm raised. Emma finally gathers the strength to make the long way back to her own corner looking completely flustered. Tough round indeed for Roberts as she finally suffers firsthand the effects of PTSD.
Anyone’s game now as we head into the fifth, but both girls understandably tired out by this point. In this climate, Abigail’s power blows become even more deadly - it’s easier for her to find their targets with Emma slowed down and still trying to shake the stars from her eyes. Hooks landing high at first, rattling her cage, but at least Roberts still with her guard holding high, although we’re not sure how long she can last like this. Hooks landing on her midsection next adding fuel to the fire - grunts of pain with each invasive glove thudding left and right into her abs. Roberts looking like a ragdoll in the hands of a violent child with Abigail’s punches hitting the poor fragile blond like a truck, until the last possible moment in the round when Emma manages to dig up some of her reserves and PLANT a firm one back square on Abigail’s tummy, eliciting a deep-throated cry of pain from the Sunshine star. It looks like that one hurt the big blond a lot! Her opponent’s pain reinvigorating Emma all of a sudden, with her now throwing more and more blows to the body with surprising malice, stunning Breslin and driving her backwards. Breslin’s body looking like her Achille’s Heel, but make no mistake, she’s still trying to knock Emma out with the occasional hook up flung high. Emma however ducking under or weaving back, rises a right hand on one such occasion: spinning uppercut sails right under Breslin’s nose and up into her jawline. Her head SNAPS back and Breslin goes tumbling down onto her butt! KNOCKDOWN for Roberts in the final second of the final minute! What a robbery of a round!!
Roberts herself too spent, too dazed to register what she’s just done, simply swaying on the spot as she awaits referee’s further instructions. Ref is already counting out the big girl on the ground, Abigail painfully trying to roll herself off her butt, onto her knees, then trying to secure the ropes with both hands to pull herself back up. Roberts wincing in horror when her rival makes it back up to her feet at the count of 7, a dreaded signal of more painful struggles to come. For this round though, Emma definitely should be feeling lucky for pulling the rug from under her opponent at the last moment.
Both girls set to continue brutalizing each other as we begin the sixth… but honestly their aggressive growling betrayed by their groggy steps and shaky arms in front of faces. Emma coming off a wave of advantage here, seems to have more left in tank as she initiates the exchange before Breslin has a chance to recover fully: step in to smack a right hand into Breslin’s face, step back to avoid a textbook counter-hook. Roberts goes in again to repeat the move, each time just putting in a little more power behind each straight hand. Breslin soon like a dead woman swaying hard from north to south, with each subsequent punch blowing her backwards further and threatening to floor her completely. Final right hand by Roberts disappearing into her face completely, making her grunt like an animal, as her eyes roll upwards. She sways for a few more seconds, before falling face-down to the canvas with a thunderous THUDDD. It’s OVER! Here is your winner, ladies and gentlemen, a victory over Goliath by Emma Roberts!
Official Decision: Emma Roberts defeats Abigail Breslin via KO6!
Suddenly, her realization of her win bringing back that condescending smirk to Robert’s face, as though it had always been lingering behind that facade of pain and farigue. Emma stepping over the snoozing Breslin, grabbing the microphone off the ring official’s hands and shouting into it as though she was just feinting her exhaustion all along.
“NEVER…………..challenge me……… again….. FATTY!” she pants breathlessly into the mic down at Abigail’s motionless body. “Everyone here tonight…..knew I would win. I’m just…..leagues better than you. In EVERYTHING. And now…what we’re gonna have here is you knocked out…..on the ground….and me slapping your fat ass… that’s what you get for being a huge……Jealous……..sl*t!”
Emma stalking about her body, before punctuating her last word by kneeling down and WHAP WHAP WHAP: sending open-palmed slaps off of Abigail’s bouncing bottoms, the crowd going wild at the sight of the Ice Queen teaching her challenger a humiliating lesson. Abigail not stirring even yet, still completely knocked out. Small consolation for the big girl who at least isn’t conscious to hear Emma’s continued, rambling rants about how she’s so much better yadayadayada. This rivalry looks done for now, although there’s no telling who else Ms Roberts might set her sights on next.
Post by The Dollhouse on May 4, 2018 21:10:55 GMT -6
(33, 5’2, 132 lbs, 7:6 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
(32, 5’2, 114 lbs, 4:7 FCBA, Free Agent)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
Our main event is finally upon us, and it is a huge one! A rematch 8 years in the making! Earlier tonight, these two fighters had plenty to say about it:
"I don't CARE what happened 8 years ago, okay?” Avril exclaims at the pre-fight press conference. “I'm getting my f*cking payback today! I've been training a TON for this fight and Gaga is gonna get her ass handed to her. No way in HELL I'm losing tonight. Gaga lost her last FIVE fights and I've been doing nothing but winning since I got back into the ring, so I'm definitely getting my revenge tonight bitches! And guess what?! You’re ALL invited to my celebration party after the fight tonight, free drinks guys! Hell yeah!" Avril grins, certainly looking extremely confident in this second outing as she laughs, enjoying the loud applause in the press room following her surprising open invitation.
Her opponent is the one-and-only Lady Gaga, famed songstress and controversial figure no matter which arena she finds herself in. She hasn’t really been in the ring much as of late, taking a 2 year hiatus before falling to Miley Cyrus on her return to the ring two months ago. Perhaps that’s why Avril feels it’s the perfect time to exact her revenge.
Gaga however, obviously has different ideas as she quietly sits across the table, arms crossed, starring in contempt at the silly loud mouthed (in her opinion) Canadian.
"Avril dear, you're so cute.” Gaga finally breaks her silence when things quiet down. “Y’know, when your management first issued the challenge, I laughed real hard. I was almost sure it was some kind of joke. I dominated you when I was a complete rookie…Actually, I beat you so bad it made you quit boxing *chuckles*. Do you really think tonight is going to be any different? How dumb are you? You’ve got nothing going for you except your big mouth and your weak ass body can't handle the hell I'm about to unleash on you, honey… You’re as talentless in the ring as you are at making music. You've made a big mistake booking this fight and you're about to get that loud mouth of yours squeezed shut. The only drinking you'll be doing after tonight is from a straw at the hospital.” Gaga ends on a threatening note and stands up, staring at Avril who can only chuckle nervously, before the Lady turns her back and exits the room followed by her entourage.
Fighting words issued and now it’s time for both girls to speak with actions, its fight time! And first out is Avril who struts out from backstage all smiles, waving her black and pink boxing gloves to the crowd, clad in her usual pink and black sports bra and matching tights with LAVIGNE written on the left side in pink bold letters, blond hair up in a high ponytail – seems like the minute details of how fast she went down to her opponent back in 2010, in a matinee fight that some say was the last fight to nudge her through the retirement door all but forgotten. Well, comments from the punk princess not changing that much either, to be honest, and we’ll see if this fight will have a different outcome for her this time around. Avril now leaning casually against the corner post, arms resting on top rope while listening to some crucial last moment instructions from Kristanna Loken.
Up next is the Lady herself, and Gaga bursts out from behind the curtain to loud pyrotechnic explosions and thick smoke as her song “Perfect Illusion” blasts through the arena. The crowd goes absolutely wild, and even though this might be Avril’s home court, some would argue the immensely popular pop goddess might actually be the fan favorite over the punk princess here tonight, much to Avril’s dismay. Gaga strikes a sexy pose as she comes out in a pair of black tights and a white top mesh that’s almost the same color as her porcelain skin. Her blonde hair is tied neatly in a braided ponytail and her white gloves resting on her hips as she makes her way to the ring, a confident ‘all business’ look on her face, keeping her eyes locked on her opponent waiting in the ring, unphased by the huge fan support all around her, apparently preferring to stay focused on her objective here tonight. Gaga finally makes it into the ring and immediately shoots Avril an ice cold look on her way to her corner, where she begins her last minute preparations.
The referee calls both women to the center of the ring for a last moment rules reminder which is met with a deafening silence from both girls as they are too busy staring at each other silently before walking back to their corners without uttering a single word. This is tense! The referee has nothing left to do but call for the bell! Here we go with our main event - ten rounds of Flyweight rematch action!
Avril surprisingly tame to start things off - what we’ve come to expect of her charging straight for her opponents and going all-out gorilla on them is pretty contrasting to her defensive and hesitant stance now at the beginning. Perhaps her caution at getting knocked the f*ck out again by Gaga is making her hang back and absorb punches instead of giving back much, Gaga using the opportunity to make her threats come true, knocking the Canadian’s head backwards with steady whap whap whap of glove to nose. Avril like a deer in the headlights here as she struggles to fight back, thinking this time might be different for her is turning out to be anything but. Last minute and at least she manages to establish a bit more distance, keeping at least five feet away from Gaga and making the pop goddess laugh out loud at Avril’s apparent fear of getting into the fight properly. “You gonna stop running away wimp?” the Lady seals with a taunt. Gaga’s round for sure as she shows everyone that she’s still got *it* both inside and outside the ring.
‘F*ck this,’ Avril seems to declare, before reverting to her baser instincts and flying at her foe. Gaga welcoming the singer with open arms, or should we say with a flurry of jabs at the oncoming starlet, but finding a different beast in Lavigne, who blocks almost all her punches with her raised guard, at the same time sends a big right hand straight into Gaga’s nostrils! OUCH. Lady Gaga eating her own laughter as she backs away to make room to steady herself, before flinging herself back at Avril hoping to stop the sudden tide. Both ladies let fly punches at the head, then bang gloves off the body, both taking turns driving each other backwards a couple of steps before they charge right into the fray once more. Avril scoring late in the third minute with some stinging hooks to the side of face, which land stiffly, stunning Gaga to the left, then right, as she goes stumbling off with a HOUUFF. Last splattering of punches to the head leave her crashing into the ropes, panting hard, wondering how things have turned around so fast for her. Avril on the other hand pumped up, eager for more and shouting excitedly to her own corner, “f*ck YEA! THAT’S HOW IT’S DONE!” Certainly indeed - familiar fighting Avril retakes the second round, leaving the rest of this fight anyone’s game.
Gaga’s turn to play defensive, hanging back in her corner early with her guard fully up. Bad decision for her as Avril decides to stick with her mad girl strategy and RUSH her anyways. Gaga holds her own salt for while, keeping herself small and bent over to take the punishment, hoping to weather, but her guard quickly starting to break down in the second minute when Avril’s attacks just don’t seem to subside… fists just continuing to shoot in and out, in and out of Gaga’s body. Gaga’s strength and resolve quickly leaving her when her guard then starts falling apart bit by bit. She’s left open-mouthed and having little where else to go on the ropes, when a right hook comes CRASHING into her cheek from the side... and DOWN SHE GOES, that right hand sending her flying off her feet and crashing down to the side!! Shock knockdown early in this fight for Ms Lavigne, in the second minute of the third round!!
To Avril it’s only confirmation about her earlier words - she’s now bellowing to the crowd as though they were wrong to doubt her all this time, whilst Lady Gaga is the one looking shocked to the core. She’s writhing on the ground, eyes desperately searching for any saving grace. Referee is already counting her out steadily however, and the ropes look a few feet too far for her this time to recover - she barely makes it off her knees when the count hits TEN! She’s OUT!!
Official Decision: Avril Lavigne defeats Lady Gaga via KO3!
What the f*ck - could Avril truly be the next big thing in this Flyweight division?? How many fights has this girl won since she joined her new stable’s proving grounds??
"Payback's a b*tch, b*tch!" Avril laughing hysterically as she screams from across the ring at Gaga, whose chest is rising and falling steadily, eyes squeezed shut with her back slumped against the ropes, wondering how things ended up so differently this time and realizing too late she clearly underestimated the Canadian.
Avril NOT done, however, quickly removing her gloves, then demanding from her corner a bottle of champagne, specially brought to the ring to celebrate this event, it seems. She uncorks it, takes a large swig from the bottle, then sprays a large amount into the rafters to share her victory with her fans. Looks like she’s really been preparing for this celebratory payback for a while now, because the drink’s not just for drinking, of course - Avril quickly stalking over to Gaga’s prone form, proceeds to pour the rest of the bottle’s content all over Gaga's shocked head, laughing all the while and continuing to taunt her.
Gaga drenched to the bone, of course, including her outfit and the cold liquid seems to invigorate her resistance again, if not for a split second. She tries to surge upwards again, intending to tackle her enemy back down to the canvas for round four, but Avril quick to extend a kick straight back into her midsection, sending her groaning back down, cradling her body. Lavigne just skips back to her corner laughing, where her stable mates and staff await her to continue the celebrations deep into the night! And yes, seems like everyone is still invited to Avril's after-party as promised!
Avril’s time in the spotlight continues, and hopefully her bubble doesn’t get burst any time soon. Judging from another spectacular performance here tonight, it doesn’t seem likely that that’ll happen any time soon!