Post by The Dollhouse on Nov 4, 2018 21:29:50 GMT -6
Ladies and Gentleman,
Coming at you LIVE from the Staples Center in LA, we are back again with a huge celebration - ROUND 10 of the Doll Ball PPV! Tonight, we’ll be seeing action from all active Dollhouse members including Bella Thorne, Lauren Mayberry, Katheryn Winnick, Jessica Chastain, Hayley Williams, Ginny Gardner, Avril Lavigne and Emma Roberts!
In addition, we have 6 lovely guest fighters joining us tonight, who will be going face to face with our house Dolls. These are – Margot Robbie, Madison Pettis, Kim Kardashian, Autumn Reeser, Joo Min-Hee and Camila Cabello! Join us tonight for these exciting bouts!
We sure hope you’re as thrilled as we are – because the 10th ball is finally about to begin! On behalf of the Dollhouse staff and roster, we would like to thank you for joining us for round 10 and the ones that came before and hope you enjoy!
Post by The Dollhouse on Nov 4, 2018 21:34:39 GMT -6
Lauren Mayberry (30, 5’0, 90 lbs, 2:4 FCBA, The Dollhouse) Vs. Madison Pettis (20, 5'2, 106lbs, 2:2 FCBA, The Wannabees)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
BEFORE: Madison Pettis appearing pretty confident and cocky once the cameras pan over her face backstage, despite her 2-3 win-loss record. She smiles when the reporters jab at her about her chances tonight, especially against Lauren Mayberry. Madison letting out a chuckle at the mere mention of her opponent’s name, dismissing her chances as soon as the words are uttered:
“You know, we Wannabees have some beef with the Dollhouse girls. We’re currently 0-3 against them, with Sammi and Sarah both losing to Avril and then Stella losing to Roberts… but seems like I’m going up against their biggest jobber tonight,” Pettis smirks for a moment before continuing. “So I plan to get some much needed revenge for my stable. I know Lauren started winning lately. Hope it doesn’t get to her head, cuz she’s still a lot weaker and smaller than me and I feel like I’m going to walk all over her tonight. Just watch!”
By contrast, Lauren Mayberry looking like the quintessential girl with a youngest-sister syndrome, gulping hard when Madison listed down all her shortcomings prior, and now stuttering slightly when it’s her turn at the microphone:
“Ehm… well… Madison definitely seems like a lovely, humble girl,” the Scottish girl begins, drawing a dry chuckle from the audience. “I know most girls don’t think much of me because I’m small, but I’ve proven that I can win and I feel really good about my progress these past few months. I have no intention of losing tonight and let me tell ya, I’ve already fought *way* scarier girls than Madison here…. So I’m not really bothered by her attitude. She’s in for quite a surprise.”
Time to get this fight started and both girls making their way to the ring in turns: Madison in a purple bikini encrusted with silver sparkles - certainly an interesting choice for the ‘humble’ woman. She’s strapping on silver colored gloves with her hair tied in a messy ponytail. Lauren is out next, the modest CHVRCHES front-woman is clad in her usual attire of old-pink tinted bra, matching gloves and black short tights, showing off her shapely thighs as she modestly waves to the fans on her way to the ring with her dark shoulder-length hair hanging loose. Both women quickly settle into their corners and soon after the referee gets a nod from either corner and HERE we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
ROUND 1: Don’t flame us for saying this, but anyone facing down Lauren Mayberry in the ring might be in for an adrenaline boost to their own systems, with the petite, thin girl looking like she might get blown over by a stray breeze. And no wonder Madison chugging forward once the bell rings, looking to tilt her over from the get go! Pettis stabbing and swinging large quantity of punches at Lauren’s head, trying to overwhelm her in the first minute. Mayberry however having done her homework, trying to bob and weave and scoot backwards all around, and she at least has the backing of her agility and smaller frame to evade well. But it’s no doubt or wonder how Madison takes this round by a landslide victory at the end of three minutes, with Mayberry barely flinging at punches back at all in the intermediary Dollhouse trainer patting her girl on the back, forehead to forehead whispering furious encouragement into her face to start fighting proper. Will it be enough to stave off another disappointing loss for the Doll?
ROUND 2: It certainly appears so! Lauren somehow just looking faster and more agile this round, as she avoids Madison’s grazing shots in the first half, then starts assaulting the winded woman back after the second minute! Madison not knowing what hit her exactly, but knows she’s definitely just gotten hit by something - a whirlwind dust devil of a girl who spins inwards at semi-awkward angles, before planting lightning combos all over her body and guard, then circling back out of reach. It’s like a magic show in some respects, and the crowd’s showing their love for these new tricks up Lauren’s sleeves! Mayberry looking true to form all of a sudden as she retakes the lead at the end of three minutes, leaving Madison shaken and stumbling back to corner. Girls take a round each and look set to have another go at taking the lead from each other!
ROUND 3: One thing that you need in this business, however, is a good sense of flexibility and adaptation, and Madison Pettis seems to be the contrary one-trick pony this fight, keeping herself charging forward and expecting a different outcome each time. Perhaps she’s waiting for Lauren to tire herself out with all that runnin’, but hell, have you seen this petite girl? She doesn’t need to expend much energy to avoid those lumbering hooks, by comparison, and Lauren once more exacts significant punishment all over Pettis’ body with some constant jabs landing and landing. Madison grunting hard when another late combo to the lips sends her reeling backwards. Lauren wary about charging in fully, still knows that one false move might see her sprawled on her back once more. But Madison looks genuinely hurt, covering her mouth with one hand whilst retreating fast back to her corner. And those telltale, fiery eyes sending shivers down our spine - who knows what might have happened if Lauren had taken the bait there? Mayberry walks away with another round wide in her favour as a result, with things certainly looking up for the Scottish native!
ROUND 4: Oh no - what diabolical scheme is Madison up to? She’s finally choosing to stay back in her corner even when the bell rings, gesturing at Lauren to come get her instead. Well, at least she’s not being obtuse about it… Lauren naturally cautious, stalking in from the side and jabbing from afar whenever she can, but Pettis staying with her back against the ropes, meaning there’s little movement that Lauren can exact that will give her a clear advantage - every side-step to the left or right met head on with Madison’s guard or another narrow miss, as she SWINGS a hook at the smaller girl’s face. Mayberry still showing plenty of skill at dodging those big hands… until she doesn’t... Right hook grazes her forearms and sends her grunting loudly as she’s pushed to the side and off-balance! This is exactly what Madison was waiting for! Mayberry in trouble suddenly as her body eats a consecutive left, then a right to her sides, before she manages to escape out of the danger zone on her faster feet. Madison not securing the knockdown this round, but still finding a smile on her face as she finally manages to catch up with her foe.
ROUND 5: Lauren nursing some bruising on her small frame in between rounds - she needs to look after those pinkish patches of swelling growing fast, especially when we remember that’s exactly how her past opponents managed to take her down. Still, she’s in the lead so far, and we hope that she can stay focused on the end prize. Madison not helping herself by going back to those crazy swings and fast-bull-rushes, thinking that Lauren’s hurt and ready to fall like a sack of potatoes. Not so, my dear - Mayberry still evading like Speedy Gonzales, frustrating her hapless foe to no end this time. But we notice that Lauren ain’t exactly punching back with the same frequency either, leaving Madison to be the one still scoring points this round, albeit on the singer’s guard and not on any sensitive regions. Still, it’s gonna cost the Doll the round in terms of points, with Pettis now surging forward in the lead by our estimates.
ROUND 6: We’re heading into unknown territory here, and we know we always like to say that, but in terms of seeing Lauren fight all this while, we’d say that that statement is definitely true! Lauren having the previous misfortune of not really lasting past five rounds due to her fragile nature, and here, it’s a small achievement on its own that she’s still flicking jabs at Madison’s head as we enter the sixth! It’s also a testimony to how far this girl has grown since her debut all those months ago! Madison, on the other hand, with a face screwed up and growling hard, trying to force her own body into overdrive in order to finish Lauren off, but failing at every swing. Lauren deftly avoids another big hook aimed at her head, before the Doll slams a flurry of quick hands up into her chin, wobbling her badly! Madison on the backburner as she squeezes her eyes shut and reels! Lauren jumping in hard and fast, looking to finish here! Her shots not having much power individually-taken, but when combined as a whole, they just prove too much for her foe! Madison eating one, two, three hard shots to her nose, her own body sent backwards into the ropes, before simply SLIDING DOWN in a daze, and staying shaken on her butt!! It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Lauren Mayberry!
Good lord! We’re happy for the singer as she secures a big win this round! She’s showing elation as well, jumping up and down with a mischievous grin as she heads back to corner and leans tiredly against the corner turnbuckles, her chest heaving up and down from exertion. But lest she celebrate just yet, Madison ain’t knocked out, ladies and gents! The brunette’s STILL climbing back to her feet using the ropes for support, her chest heaving and a trickle of blood flowing down one of her bruised nostrils, but nonetheless, she’s still alive! Referee counting her out slowly, but she manages to recover by the count of 8! This ain’t over, folks!
Horror on Lauren’s face as the petite brunette realizes that she’s still gonna have to dig even deeper here if she wants to finish this tough cookie off. Such an anti-climatic outcome to an otherwise spectacular knockdown, but the referee has no choice but to continue this fight! He waves for the bell again and HERE we go with the final minute of the round!
Lauren taking a deep breath and to her credit, recovers fast enough, showing equal amounts of caution before returning to her focused form: she tests a couple more jabs to Madison’s head, before slapping more leather into her body when she covers up upstairs instead, before the Doll picking up the pace with a show of confidence. No matter how Pettis weaves or manoeuvres, she’s sure as hell eating a whole lot of punishment in there! Very soon, the brunette’s arms are barely registering any defense over her face, with her lips getting more and more swollen from the sheer number of punches shoved in! Madison is barely defending herself at this point!! Referee has seen enough and JUMPS IN TO SAVE HER! IT’S FINALLY OVER!!
Official Decision: Lauren Mayberry defeats Madison Pettis via TKO6!
AFTER: Wow! What a win for Ms. Mayberry! A final, genuine celebration this time around, with Lauren leaping into the air with both hands following her high! The ring announcer makes her win official, before a modest smile breaks over her face. Madison sliding back down the ropes, her mouth open and nose a bloodied mess by the time the ref managed to save her. Medics already rushing under the ropes and trying to stabilise the bleeding.
But Lauren, perhaps caught up in her moment of victory, comes walking over, not to check on her status but surprisingly, to gloat even more, commenting with both her hands on her hips and a nod in Pettis’ direction:
“So, now that the biggest Dollhouse jobber has messed you up so bad, you might need to start seriously reconsidering this career, don’t ya think? Or at least….keep that mouth shut more often” Lauren smiles, patting Madison on the head before walking away without waiting for a reply.
The Doll hi-fives her stablemates and shares hugs all around, and we don’t blame these girls for celebrating, with Mayberry adding her third win in a row into that win-column, and looks like fully intends to keep doing just that for the foreseeable future!
Post by The Dollhouse on Nov 4, 2018 21:40:53 GMT -6
Jessica Chastain (41, 5’4, 126 lbs, 6:1 FCBA, The Dollhouse) Vs. Autumn Reeser (38, 5'4, 117 lbs, 1:2 FCBA, Pretty Little Punchers Inc.)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
BEFORE: Here we go with the second fight of this landmark Doll Ball PPV, with the fiery redhead Jessica Chastain facing off against PLP veteran Autumn Reeser. Here we have two evenly matched women from around the same age group and the same exact height, as well as a similar number of fights under their belts. This is going to be an interesting match-up for sure!
Jessica certainly feels the same way during her pre-fight press conference, smiling as she responds to reporters’ queries:
“Autumn was kind enough to offer a friendly challenge... at least, it seemed pretty friendly!” Chastain begins, smiling at Autumn’s direction. “I gladly accepted and I’m looking forward to being challenged here tonight. I know her record isn’t the best, so I guess that makes me the favorite to win tonight. I definitely don’t plan on disappointing my fans here tonight, but I’m pretty sure Autumn will try EXTRA hard, so I’m not taking her lightly… not at all! I’m ready for a tough fight but at the same time, I’m confident I’ll get the win tonight! It’s a big event for us, and we need all the wins we can get! Right Carmen?” Jessica laughs, giving Carmen Electra a playful look. “I wish Autumn good luck tonight and… may the best woman win!”
Autumn as friendly as her own namesake, smiling and nodding as she listens to Jessica’s comments before responding into the mic when it’s her own turn:
“Jessica’s certainly come a long way since her debut, and I want to say with certainty that I truly respect her for entering the ring at her age. Trust me - I know it’s difficult myself! That being said, I’m not planning on going easy on her tonight. I’ve got a few surprises in my bag and I knew what I was doing when I issued the challenge. I need this win on my record, and Jessica’s going to be the one who gives that to me tonight!” Autumn ends with a knowing wink.
Despite those fighting words, both women actually meeting at the podium without incident, shaking hands and then wishing each other the best of luck in sincere tones.
After a few minutes backstage, we’re ready to get the fight started proper. Autumn’s music is first to hit the arena, blasting out and announcing her arrival in a red bikini and bundled hair. The girl is turning the late side of 40 herself, but certainly looking nothing like her age. She bites down on her lower lip early on, indicating some hesitancy, but immediately becoming energized by the welcoming ROAR of her fans in attendance here tonight. She then proceeds to stride down the ramp with a stronger degree of confidence. Moments later, it’s Jessica’s turn to make her presence felt, emerging from backstage with a flourish and plenty of fireworks, that tight, bright orange outfit always going well with her equally-fiery hair that’s tied up into a tight ponytail. Chastain with a focused look in her eyes as she walks towards the ring, as though eyeing her success before it becomes a reality. She spends a few moments waving to her many fans, even stopping to sign some autograph to some eager fans in the stands.
We’re in for one hell of a fight between two mature, determined women, that’s for sure. Soon enough , both women are ready, the referee having done his final checks without any incident, and HERE we go with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1: Older means wiser, that’s for sure, with both girls taking their sweet time before throwing punches at each other. They spend the first minute sizing each other up and circling left and right, rather than charge inwards brazenly, like some of their younger counterparts would do. Jessica especially flicking leather at Autumn’s head early on and consistently probing her defences, noting each time she manages to score on the Reeser’s cheek by drawing a sharp gasp. Autumn still getting into her own rhythm by the end of the first round, letting in those erroneous punches to her cheek but generally defending the rest of her opponent’s attacks well. She only starts punching back proper in the final minute, but it’s too late to turn the round back in her favour, even after she managed to slap some leather into Chastain’s tummy in the final seconds. Chastain’s round, but we’re sure that both ladies are only getting started.
ROUND 2: Here comes Reeser early and swift and hard, suddenly throwing hooks into Jessica’s guard and buffeting her body around without much warning! Reeser trying to mix up her offense and keep Chastain guessing, and it seems to work early on! Chastain getting spooked now as she opts to retreat instead of press her advantage, but gets driven back across the ring with Autumn continually landing swings into her sides with rough grunts. Thankfully though, Reeser’s attacks are both temporary and ill-placed, with the majority of the punches being deflected or blocked by Chastain’s impressive defense skills. Still, that ain’t gonna earn her any points by and large, and she lets Reeser take this second round by a wide margin as a result.
ROUND 3: Chastain still in experimental mode as she allows her opponent to dictate the pacing and power exchanged. Even her corner is getting worried, with Carmen Elektra trying to shout some advice at her from her corner. The redhead however seems to have her own game plan - she never really gets herself cornered into a dangerous situation, and yes, while she’s taking those big hooks ti her forearms, keen observers will notice Chastain is also biting back in between, snaps punches into Autumn’s chin and lips whenever she senses an opening. In this very manner, Chastain stopping her wound that was bleeding points, with Autumn still taking the third but definitely by a much smaller margin. Audience sensing a possible turnabout here for one lovely lady!
ROUND 4: AND HERE COMES CHASTAIN, SWINGING HARD! Autumn not knowing what the f*ck just hit her as her own hook is deflected awkwardly to one side, before her face is SWIPED hard to the left, then another time to the right, before Jessica FLINGS a final uppercut aimed low at the chin, like she’s been taught in her training sessions. This textbook maneuver bound to knock the lights out of the meanest of opponents, but alas, Autumn not as inexperienced as Chastain would like to think. Instead, Reeser taking those hooks to the face, yes, but the shock to the system brings her guard up just in time to absorb that game-ending uppercut. Reeser still looking stunned, however, now in full retreat as she covers up and tries to prevent an embarrassing knockdown early. Jessica flying forward regardless, still keen on attempting one. She continues scoring with precision jabs all over the body and even on the nose, but Reeser stubbornly remaining on her feet for the remainder of the round. When the bell finally rings, there’s a huge grin on Chastain’s face as she heads back to corner - she seems to have this fight all figured out and is beginning to exploit her knowledge of her opponent’s fighting style!
ROUND 5: Autumn Reeser looking to tip the scales back in her favour, but it’s gonna prove to be difficult with her opponent knowing well where and when she’s about to swing in her direction. Certainly, Chastain bobbing and weaving around Autumn’s hooks that are still aimed for her head. All this while, the heavier redhead advancing forward and punching at her foe steadily, knocking the chin backwards with more painful grunts, with Chastain making her presence known bit by bit! Last moment and Reeser is left breathing hard, struggling to stay afloat in the fight but just getting outclassed by a bigger and more confident opponent. Another quick flurry that lands on her body has her bent over, gasping, with her face primed for a follow-up right hook from Chastain, sending the poor girl spiraling down to the ground in a third minute KNOCKDOWN for Jessica Chastain!
Autumn breathing hard with her face down to canvas, eyes squeezed shut as the referee hovers above her, trying to check on her availability. Sensing the fact that this woman ain’t about to recover anytime soon, let alone within 10 seconds. He decides to wave the fight over!! Oh my!
Official Decision: Jessica Chastain defeats Autumn Reeser via KO5!
AFTER: A modest smile on her gorgeous face as Chastain raises one hand and waves to her fans in the crowd, thanking them for supporting her all this while. Part of her face showing relief at having beaten the odds, joining the boxing business so late in her adult life and still managing to take out plenty of women, some of them almost half her age!
Immediately after her brief celebration, Chastain walking over to check on Autumn’s corner, with the groggy brunette having managed to sit up with her back to the ropes by this point of time. Chastain bending down and whispering some encouragement into her ear, with Autumn nodding along, grateful for the edifying words.
Later, Chastain telling reporters, “Phew… This is a pretty special night for both me and the Dollhouse, and I’m just glad I could get this win for us. I had quite a lot to lose in there tonight, but I came prepared. I’m having a hard time believing I’m 7-1 now - I would never have imagined it a year ago! So here’s a huge ‘Thank you’ to my trainers and to Carmen for getting me into this whole business and for sticking with me! I can’t wait to kick more ass under their guidance!”
Post by The Dollhouse on Nov 4, 2018 21:51:28 GMT -6
Hayley Williams (29, 5’2, 95 lbs, 4:3 FCBA, The Dollhouse) Vs. Camila Cabello (21, 5'2, 104 lbs, 7:8 FCBA, Empire Boxing)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
BEFORE: We have two pop princesses facing off tonight, although after hearing what Camila has to say about this contest, we’re wondering if her heart is really in this fight. At the pre-fight conference, Cabello spending most of her time on stage talking about that other singer she’s recently set her sights on:
“Here’s the story: I actually challenged Avril Lavigne, because that dumb, cocky cow *definitely* needs a beating. But guess what happened? That’s right – the coward probably chickened out and I got a counter-offer from her management, with an offer to fight Hayley instead. So even though it’s not what I wanted, I said ‘sure’, I’ll take it. I have a lot more respect for Hayley as a person and a singer, but I don’t think she’s much of a boxer. I’ll take care of her tonight and then I’m coming for Avril, because that has-been cow needs a lesson, and believe me - I’m a pretty f*cking good teacher!” Camila ending off her tirade on the mic with a wink for the cameras.
Hayley Williams letting the guest in the room go first, but hey, don’t expect her to be pleased with that underhanded diss sent in her direction. The Canadian rock songstress has her traditionally orange and multi-coloured locks whipped about as she responds:
“I’m looking to bounce back tonight. I’ve lost my last two fights to bigger, stronger girls, but tonight, I feel that we’re pretty evenly matched, so that’s good for me. But don’t get me wrong, Camila seems like she’s pretty freaking tough - she gave both Jessica Lowndes and Megan Fox a run for their money, even knocking both of them down, so I KNOW she can fight. I’ve been training a lot for this one and I feel like I’m ready to take her down and go back to winning again. I know you wanted Avril, Camilla, but you have to go through me tonight, and I’m very different… so you’d better be ready, cause I sure am!”
Moments later, the fans on both sides of the aisle are eagerly anticipating this fight amongst the others on this fight card, in what’s quickly becoming the biggest Doll Ball to date! Camila out of the curtains first, dressed in a sleek black bikini and hair tied firmly into a ponytail. Hispanic girl sporting a pair of white gloves as she struts down the runway with a smirk, and to her own music, obviously. Hayley Williams coming out next, a spring in her step that accompanies the much more electrifying rock music she enjoys so much, traditional Dollhouse attire advertising her house colours of pink and white
The fans are split down the middle of this one from the equal volume of shouts from either corner, and they’re eager to get things started too! Girls making ready in corners as referee gets the nod of approval from both girls. HERE we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action!
ROUND 1: Contrast of styles is quickly evident with Hayley playing it safe for the opening round, whereas Camila can’t help but want to exert her dominance in the early exchanges. Cabello coming inwards hard and fast and swinging in Hayley’s direction, but quickly expressing disappointment when those blows fail to land. It was right for Williams to play it cautious, as those dangerous hooks aimed at her head are what landed her in hot water (and down on the canvas) in the previous times before, so she’s smartly keeping her distance here and only occasionally firing that quick jab in from afar. If it works though, who’s complaining? The fans, for one, are a little disappointed by the lack of action in this opening set, but Williams’ fans are the ones left in euphoria when it’s clear that their girl took this opening three minutes easy in her favour, after being the only one who effectively landed shots instead of punching at the air.
ROUND 2: The lack of action is frustrating no one else more than Camila herself - she told herself repeatedly that her main target is Avril Lavigne and that Hayley is just a gatekeeper standing in her way, but she can’t seem to back her words up so far with all that missed arsenal failing to score on Williams. To her credit, Cabello punching more measuredly here in the second, trying to conserve her energy and only take the shots she’s sure will land at least on Hayley’s forearms. It seems to work - Hayley gasping out loud as some punches begin to land on her guard. Part of warming up is learning how to deal with your opponent’s power, after all, and Hayley NOT used to some of the bigger girls hitting any home-runs at her expense just yet. Camila receiving a ‘thank you’ shot up into the chin after another swing at Hayley’s head ducked under at last moment. A look of shock in her eyes quickly replaced by even more rage, however, and she sends Hayley stumbling and jumping to the side when a final right hook to end the round hits the forearms and sprawls the smaller woman into the ropes for support. Bell rings soon after, ensuring that Williams is able to fight for another day.
ROUND 3: That hard hook must have rocked the smaller girl, though indirectly, to her nerves. She spends the first minute keeping out of ear-shot once more, barely spanking at Camila’s body before leaping out of the way. Cabello not playing around here, having gotten a taste of what she personally can do once she gets her hands on the smaller girl, and boy does she look as though she wants to collect, by coming onto the Doll repeatedly and hoping for repeat success. Hayley suddenly in dangerous territory all of a sudden when she gets caught with another hook that almost blows her guard wide open. But she manages to recover just in time to avoid another swipe that would have taken her clean off her feet. Surprisingly, Hayley actually managing to come out of the third minute with the close win here, having jabbed her way to a point-victory in this round, of course in between not getting absolutely decimated by Camila’s power hooks. Lucky for her then, no? Still, Williams looking as shaken and spooked as ever, and we can only hope that she finds an answer to Camila’s dominance real soon.
ROUND 4: Cabello like a freak of nature thus far in the fight, a well-oiled machine coming straight for her enemy each time the bell rings to signal that she can legally do so. Williams doing her best to keep out of harm’s way, continuing with her strategy to jab and jump, as her trainer likes to call it, judging from Carmen Elektra’s wild screams and gestures by ring-side trying to best help Hayley survive this. No such luck, however, in the second minute, when the poor girl forgets to jump after jabbing, and gets her head BLOWN clean off by a lucky but vicious hook that NAILS her clean on the chin, sending the petite rocker flying off her feet! UGHHGG! Gurgle from Hayley’s lips as she probably doesn’t realise what hit her exactly, as she collapses onto her side with a loud THUDD! Moan bemoaned from her fans as they eagerly and collectively shout at her to get the f*ck back up, but it’s NO USE - Hayley’s lying sprawled in a heap on the mat, one arm draped over her face while the other arm stretched to the side lifelessly on the canvas. Poor Hayley is knocked out cold and unmoving! Good lord – Williams was NOT ready for this explosive display from Camila Cabello, lasting only 4 rounds against the Cuban pop goddess!
Official Decision: Camila Cabello defeats Hayley Williams via KO4!
AFTER: Both hands on her hips and one foot firmly planted on Hayley’s devastated frame, Camila posing proudly for the cameras at the end of these four brief rounds! We’d say she’s certainly earned this victory here tonight, with a terrifying display of killer instinct and aggression and just no answer from the Doll by contrast!
Poor Williams mewing as she’s slapped gently across the cheek by Camila. The brunette whisperering into her face with a mixture of both sympathy and fiery adrenaline still coursing through her veins:
“You lost, chica! Tell Lavigne I want her fat ass, and I’m not f*cking playing around!”
Camila chuckles before relinquishing her hold on the American’s groaning and pained cheeks. She ends with a few sexy poses for the crowd and cameras with a flex of both biceps, soaking in another electrifying win for her tonight! Should Avril Lavigne be worried? This Latina bombshell certainly thinks so!
BEFORE: A mid-way match on this landmark card has blondie wonder Ginny Gardner going up against middling Bantamweight and former Sisters-in-Arms import, Joo Min-Hee. It’s gonna be an interesting contrast of styles, with Ginny known for her lightweight movements whereas Min-Hee showing off her dominant brawling style in the past. Judging from both girls’ opening statements, however, they don’t have seem to have much knowledge of each other’s presence or history in the ring.
“I’ve honestly never heard of Minhee before I was contacted about fighting her, but apparently she’s pretty good. I’m not so sure what to expect from her - she doesn’t have much more experience than I do, but she’s currently 7-2, so I’d better take her pretty f*cking seriously!” Ginny laughs. “I DO have two inches on her, so hopefully I can use that to my advantage tonight and kick some butt. I’m 4-1 myself, so that’s nothing to sneeze at either, hopefully for her she knows that! I’m totally ready, let’s do this!”
Ginny looking eager to start this contest whilst still seated at the pre-fight press conference table, glancing at her Korean counterpart off to the side. Even though Minhee’s not from these shores, time and time again her opponents have underestimated this young hitter, to their detriment. Minhee grinning back at the blonde, but coyly choosing her words as she responds with some condescension underscoring her tone:
“Ginny is very cute…and very pretty, but I’ve watched a few of her fights and I don’t think I’ll have too much trouble beating her. She seemed pretty nervous in the ring, and she’s definitely not as skilled as me. They must have known I’ve won my first 7 fights in a row, so I was very surprised to be contacted by her management. She’s a rookie, and I think they’ve made a big mistake in putting her against me so early. I’ve lost my last 2 fights to very good and experienced opponents, but tonight I’m planning on going back to doing the beating myself! I will try not to hurt her TOO much!” Minhee ends with a giggle, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.
An hour later and its finally fight time - Ginny first to enter the arena, strutting down the runway and looking nothing like how her opponent initially described her – the blonde hottie seems completely confident as she jogs towards the ring in her usual turquoise sports bra and grey tights, hi-fiving some lucky fans along the way. Gardner is beaming when the announcer shouts out her name to the crowd, with the gorgeous Doll growing her own fanbase with each subsequent victory under her belt. Minhee’s next to walk down the ramp, looking stunning in a glowing pink bra and black panties set herself, with black gloves on either of her hands. Make no mistake of labeling this fight as pure filler material - both these women eager to win and it shows on their faces in either corner of the ring. HERE we go with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1: Minhee bunching up her fists as she comes forward early, looking to brawl. This style fits her heavier-set body quite well, and also matching her previous style of fighting against past opponents. It’s how she managed to put away foes like Meghan Markle and Summer Glau, after all. Ginny having watched those tapes, and immediately starts getting her spider-senses tingling at the danger this woman poses by coming onto her quickly. Blonde girl opting to stay at range and punch at her, with Minhee coming forwards like a freight train, and Ginny having to rely on her reflexes and agility to dodge her looming hooks thrown at her head. Ginny succeeding with some early punching of jabs into her body and face, scoring multiple times that we hope are not simply unforced errors, but skill on the Doll’s part. Only time will tell, and definitely, by the final minute, Minhee shows us what she can do with her own mean frame, scoring with a jab-jab to Ginny’s chest, which stuns her briefly, before ramming a right hook straight into her stomach, shocking her to her core, quite literally! Thankfully, the bell rings soon after, allowing Gardner to stumble back to her corner, (mostly) with her dignity intact.
ROUND 2: Ginny tasked to keep up her speed in the ring and not to get careless like the last round. She needs to stick to her strategy of constant running in order to not get blown clear out of the water by letting Minhee connect in there. To her credit, Ginny adapting well early on, keeping herself out of range and letting Minhee swing at the air as she barrels clumsily towards her. Ginny on the other hand slowly and deliberately slapping leather into the Korean girl’s face, drawing some sharp gasps in the first two minutes, before Minhee herself learns her lesson from the throbbing pain mounting and opts to stay away in the final minute as well. The Asian stunner seems to be reevaluating her own strategy here, but finding out that not having a trainer or stable backing her in her corner is going to hinder the effectiveness of her overall game plan. Ginny takes the round by a small margin, and looks set to continue with her current strategy of hit-and-run.
ROUND 3: Minhee somehow decides to mirror her opponent’s game plan in the third, trying to go tit-for-tat with Ginny’s jabbing at her head from long range. But Ginny’s always going to excel and be better at this particular stance, especially with her two-inch height advantage, meaning that her reach is going to out-pace Minhee’s most of the time. The Asian sensation finding this fact out the hard way as the girls end up trading shots in the middle of the ring early on, but Ginny managing to plant leather in her opponent’s face a little more often and quick, before evading return hands by simply swerving her upper torso slightly to the side or backwards. Third or fourth such rapid exchange suddenly sees Minhee gasping and stumbling backwards in pain - she looks hurt and suddenly covering up! Ginny cautiously advancing forwards, keeping up the same barrage and pace of jabs thrown previously. Minhee doing her best to fend off flurry after flurry, but can’t quite keep herself afloat in the face of Gardner’s constant aggression! Her nose getting stung repeatedly, causing the yelping Korean to leave herself wide open, her eyes squeezed shut and arms flailing about... The blonde’s killer instinct is in full display here as she steps in and SWIPES the brunette’s head clear to the right with a savage textbook hook causing a loud OUUFFFGGHHH! Poor Minhee stumbling to the side, shell shocked, before tripping over herself and falling down to the canvas! AND it’s an early KNOCKDOWN for the blonde!!
That wasn’t what anyone was expecting, that’s for sure! Ginny can’t stop herself from beaming, however, bouncing on her toes with one arm raised as she makes for neutral corner. Minhee shaking her head in stupor, not entirely sure what hit her with the referee already beginning to count her out and spoil her party. But Minhee looks way too dazed to recover quickly enough… she’s idling on her hands and knees as she struggles to find the ropes for support... Referee hits the ten-count and the Korean sensation is still groggy on her knees! THIS FIGHT IS OVER!!
Official Decision: Ginny Gardner defeats Joo Minhee via KO3!
AFTER: Wow! Ginny with a dominant showing here tonight, and she certainly looks relieved and happy, rushing back to her corner with pure bliss in her eyes, flying into the embrace of stablemates and trainers alike! Later, she comments excitedly to reporters:
“Phew...Man...I was a bit worried about this one. Didn’t know what to expect from this girl…but this is a huge confidence boost for me. I really fucked her up! She might be 7-2…Well...7-3 now...” Ginny chuckles “But I’m on my way to 10-1, baby! It feels so f*cking good! I want more!” Gardner ends with a gigle, doing the V sign with her fingers and grinning into the cameras, her pretty face barely broken with sweat at this shock result.
Meanwhile, Minhee left in the ring to be checked on by medics. Surely a disappointing loss for this promising Korean - her second one this year. Unfortunately, this is what happens to a girl once she’s lost representation - they seem to quickly lose their confidence and spirit. At least this fight was done and over quickly, leaving Minhee breathing hard on the ground but medics already clearing her of any permanent damage. Instead, the damage tonight is really to her pride, leaving her to decide on her next move in this league.
Post by The Dollhouse on Nov 4, 2018 22:00:44 GMT -6
Bella Thorne (20, 5’8, 120 lbs, 18:5 FCBA, The Dollhouse) Vs. Margot Robbie (28, 5'6, 126 lbs, 20:14 FCBA, Chimera)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
BEFORE: “I think Margot is f*cking hot,” Bella Thorne chuckles as she speaks to reporters backstage.
We get the feeling that the current JMD champion means it fully as a compliment as she sizes her opponent for tonight up.
“She’s also a pretty decent boxer. No sh*t, right? Thorne laughs. “So...I gotta bring my A-game tonight. But you guys already know I’m on my A-game, don’t cha? I just beat the f*cking champion last month!” Bella exclaims as she sticks out her tongue and flexes those biceps for emphasis. “I know this isn’t a JMD match, but it doesn’t f*cking matter. Margot just lost to Chopra, she’s what? Like….36 years old? I mean…damn….You’re SO not beating ME tonight, Robs. I’m totally ready to mess up that gorgeous face!” Thorne looks at Margot from across the table with a smirk, trying to intimidate her opponent yet complimenting her at the same time, trying to get into her headspace.
Well, if she was hoping to do either, she’s in for a disappointment, with Margot having done this dance many times before. The Australian actress simply grinning back at her from the other end of the press table, before responding calmly into the mic.
“This little *girl* thinks she’s really on top of the world, doesn’t she? She may be the champion of a little-known, fully made-up-of-nowhere title, but trust me - she hasn’t hanged and banged and danced with someone like me in the ring. I’m not after her title tonight. Not at all. I’m merely looking forward to shutting that cocky mouth up and spoil this big party a bit, for the betterment of society. Can’t freaking wait. Bring it, Bella.”
Both girls’ comments drawing ooohs and aaaahs from the audience, with Thorne throwing some last minute shade back at her when both girls are simultaneously escorted from the room, less an altercation erupts prematurely.
Later on, their entrances are as expected of two ladies at the top of their games: Margot entering first as the challenger and guest of this Doll Ball, flashing that Aussie-stunner of a smile as she waves confidently at the audience members clad in a white sports bra and black yoga pants, blonde hair in a bun, and donning black gloves to round off that classy-look. Bella Thorne’s entrance considered extravagant by contrast, but hey, this here’s her home turf, and she can celebrate however she likes. Purple streaks line her black lycra tights and bra, with of course her glittering JMD championship bra hanging on her shoulder as she makes her way down the ramp. Despite fighting at home turf, Its hard to say if Bella is even the crowd favorite here tonight, with Margot Robbie being the big star she is, garnering AT LEAST the same amount of noise levels here in the arena tonight!
In the ring, both girls surprisingly tame as they follow the ref’s instructions, even touching gloves right before the fight starts. Well, there’s a first time for everything! And HERE we go with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1: Both ladies with a surprisingly tame opening bell as they come forward to box only with small steps and some light jabbing at each other’s direction. For Bella’s tough words, she seems actually a little hesitant to wade in and brawl with the bigger, sturdier blonde, who’s definitely packing some power behind her larger frame, as evident from past knockouts of Holly Valance and Olivia Munn. Dare we say even that Bella’s fighting a little scared in the first round, flicking those light jabs at Margot’s face, but showing herself squeamish as she jumps backwards whenever she gets a sense of Robbie’s advance towards her being. Margot therefore smirking behind her own gloves, taking the light shots with nary any damage, but banging back on Thorne’s guard repeatedly and even managing to score a couple of swipes off the champion’s chest and tummy towards the end of the round. First round goes to Margot’s corner by a wide margin, therefore. Bella needs to get confident in there, and confident fast.
ROUND 2: Wise decision from Thorne as she begins to adapt to Margot’s tactics. Bella opting to use her feet a whole lot more this time, circling to the side repeatedly and therefore managing to score more often off her body and flanks. Margot wincing as the jabs start landing, but make no mistake if you think the Aussie stunner is ready to go down just yet. She’s doing her best to face down Bella each time she rotates and swerves in front of her, but her speed is just no match for the Doll, with those jabs and hooks barely hitting anything for the entire three minutes. When the bell finally rings here, Margot’s the one left winded and no longer smiling, whereas Bella confidently sticking out her tongue her opponent’s way, then at the audience, exclaiming to her own corner, “f*ck yea! Got this big cat in the bag…”
ROUND 3: Margot not pleased with the previous round’s performance, but what else can she do but push on? This girl is not even in her 30s yet, folks, lest we forget. She spends the first minute playing cautious, hanging back and taking some jabs to her forearms, before SPRINGING forward like that so-called cat ready to pounce all this while, and stunning Thorne with some rapid-fire return shots to her body! Bella was getting complacent back there, and takes some damage in the brief exchange that leaves her circling back and heaving hard from the damage taken. The champion tries again to circle and punch towards the end of the round, but is understandably much more worried that she might get caught in the blonde’s crossfire. Robbie knows she’s very much in control as a result, content with letting the time run out, with her chasing the redhead scared towards the bell.
ROUND 4: F*ck this, the JMD champ seems to say - Bella defying any logic or reason as she comes out guns blazing out of her corner, stalking forward and aiming straight for the gates of hell. Margot herself raising one eyebrow as her prey comes marching straight towards her, but doesn’t have much time to respond otherwise, especially when Bella starts snapping punches into her head. The first of the flurries are no good, only hitting leather, but then they succeed in driving Robbie backwards from the sheer number of them. Bella expertly alert despite her blind charge, swerving left/right when Margot tries to take her out with a hook or two in response. Girls trading more tummy shots towards the middle mark, finding each other’s bodies exposed and ripe for digging in hands. This becomes cue for Bella to all of a sudden retreat, flying all the way back across the ring to where she started, again to Margot’s surprise when she swipes at empty space. But when the bell rings, it’s Bella Thorne with a raised arm and one cocky smile, knowing that she did more than enough to secure this round for herself.
ROUND 5: But you know what they say: fire’s often used to fight fire. Margot realising that she’s been played for a fool by the wry trickster, nostrils flaring as she herself CHARGES right out of the gate! But Bella Thorne would be considered a fool herself if she hadn’t considered the possibility of her opponent wanting revenge in this next round. Redhead flying out of her own corner from the start as well, but employing a bevy of evasive tactics instead, trying to out-run and out-pace the blonde’s wild foray into her own territory. Bella doing well for the start at avoiding Margot’s lunging hands, but gets caught when a powerful straight reaches in a little too close for her comfort, thereby stunning her clean in the body! Margot licking her lips as she storms right in, hammering at the champ’s lean frame, before a SHOCK of an uppercut takes Bella’s head backwards and up when it connects with her jawline! AND DOWN THE CHAMP GOES!! Poor Bella completely floored by that brutal blow to the chin, sending her crashing down to her side in a beautiful KNOCKDOWN in the middlemark of this fight!
“Hell yeah!” Margot roaring as she circles and shouts to the audience, thumping her chest with both fists. Bella Thorne looking shocked and bothered, scrambling to get back onto her feet with her mouth open and head still shaking the pain out hard. Referee’s count passing the middle point, but don’t you fret, Bella fans, because up the redhead comes by the end of the count of 8. Margot expected as much, looking pristine and smiling in her own corner as she stares directly at the hurting Thorne from across the ring.
ROUND 6: Margot bursting with all her remaining energy as she flies at the champion, looking to finish her off and press the advantage she secured earlier. Bella having to deal with her perhaps her toughest opponent to date, if we may say as much, dodging both a lethal combination of knockout power and agility in Robbie’s frame. Moment of caution at the end of the first minute when Bella eats that very combination of side-hook first into the body, then with a right swing that catches her flush on the cheek, sending her propelling into the ropes with a loud double grunt! Margot fuelled by the crowd’s own roar at another opportunity to end this fight right there and then, but by the time she reaches Bella on the ropes, the champ is already outta there, still having the presence of mind and of her surroundings to create as much distance as she can between them, in order to stay alive. In the final moments of the fight, Margot looking very much winded as a result of all that chasing, allowing Bella to resurgently snap a couple of jabs into her face from afar, once more relying on her speed to prevent a complete shutout for the blonde’s corner.
ROUND 7: We’re heading into the seventh, folks, and both girls have already been through quite a lot respectively. Bella’s own deadly combination of speed, stamina and reach is finally looking set to outlast Margot’s own stopping power. Robbie’s still breathing hard as she gets up from her stool, none of that energy left to make a beeline charge towards her opponent anymore. That’s perfectly fine by Thorne, who’s made a recovery from that earlier knockdown and now seeking one of her own, with repeated jabs that land on the blonde’s body and then smacking into her chin. Margot needs to do more to put her foe away, but this round sees her fans continuously groan on her behalf as she gets completely taken advantage of on behalf of Thorne! Still, if Bella was expecting that knockout here in the seventh, she’s a little disappointed when Margot’s still left standing at the bell - no doubt, she’s hanging onto the ropes, her chest heaving and body pockmarked red, but still standing regardless.
ROUND 8: Margot slightly more energetic when the bell rings, actually making it to the middle of ring and trying to deny Bella the same wipeout by giving her notice and then crowding her space out in there. Bella surprised initially when she takes a couple of shots into her forearms, but a return cross slammed into Margot’s nostrils has a bigger impact than she was expecting, with Robbie visibly wincing as she flails backwards. More targeted strikes now as Bella presses her advantage, clouting the blonde on her face, then the body, in alternate straight hands landing left and right, until Margot’s THROWN OFF HER FEET as she crashes down onto her side! It’s a return KNOCKDOWN for Bella Thorne!
Wow - we take back everything we said earlier about Thorne being a little twig thrown about in the wind! Here she proves that she certainly has the goods to take down someone as sturdy as Margot Robbie! The challenger looks dazed as she struggles to even find the ropes, still alive, but that late action causing her senses to get knocked clear into space. Referee finally hits the 10-count, a visible shock on the blonde’s face as she stares up at him from her hands and knees. Robbie was definitely looking to make a full recovery here if she had been given a couple more seconds but….alas! She is simply too slow and the ref waves for the bell! IT IS OVER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
Official Decision: Bella Thorne defeats Margot Robbie via KO8!
AFTER: Cocky as usual celebration from Thorne, who immediately mounts the turnbuckle in her corner, sailing both hands up into the air and sticking her tongue out as she bares all her goods to the fans. Margot crestfallen as she slumps back down onto the canvas, her back leaning into the ropes. We genuinely feel that she might have made it back to her feet if she hadn’t misinterpreted the referee’s counting speed back there. But that ain’t no excuse. And now, she’s to suffer the consequences of losing to someone like Thorne.
Bella strutting over to her foe once she’s done celebrating, facing down Margot’s own menacing look on her face for her to stay the f*ck away. Unimpressed, Bella simply plants her boot on Margot’s chest, hissing “Please, Just shut up ok?” . Margot attempting to flail and slap Bella’s foot away, but the redhead quickly silences her protests by stomping her boot onto Margot’s soft tummy, knocking the air and any resistance from the big blonde, allowing the JMD champ to pose with her boot over the humbled blonde’s chest to her hearts content. All part of Thorne’s plan for dominance, with the flashing cameras capturing the wild poses she enacts on her beaten foe, and Bella even commenting to reporters later:
“That was pretty awesome. Very happy with the result! This just proves I should *seriously* get another title shot, like….ASAP. That Bantam belt totally needs to cover these abs, don’t you agree?” the Doll giggles at the cameras whilst doing a belt motion with her hands over her tight tummy before laughing her way backstage to some very loud cheers from her home fans.
Post by The Dollhouse on Nov 4, 2018 22:05:42 GMT -6
Katheryn Winnick (40, 5’4, 122 lbs, 12:3 FCBA, The Dollhouse) Vs. Kim Kardashian (38, 5'2, 123 lbs, 7:20 FCBA, Free Agent)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
BEFORE: Time for our second co-main event and next Bantamweight clash of the evening, and we have a second round between blonde and brunette, and a chance for Katheryn Winnick to redeem herself in the eyes of her fans. She didn’t do quite so well the last time she faced off against Kim Kardashian, but hearing what the blonde has to say this time, she sure as hell sounds as though this occasion is gonna be mighty different:
“I’m here to settle a score tonight. Kim got me pretty good last time, I will admit. I was far less experienced and I probably didn’t take her as seriously as I should have. She was pretty strong and can definitely punch, plus my defense wasn’t as polished enough. But it is now. I’ve gotten plenty of experience since then and the Doll Ball 10 is the perfect place for me to get my revenge. It took a while to get Kim to agree to this, but I’m glad to see she’s woman enough to give me this rematch. However, I’m ready for her this time. I really didn’t appreciate her post-fight antics the last time round, but well, tonight is gonna be my turn. You’re going down HARD, Kim.” Katheryn speaking directly to her opponent from across the table with that last statement, a confident smirk on her lips.
Which is just as easily returned from Kardashian’s corner, who’s looking like a coiled Persian cat goddess curled up in her leather chair, dismissing Katheryn’s words with a flick of her hair and roll of her eyes.
“Kathy, honey, it took a while because some of us actually have got other, more important things to do outside of fighting. You should feel lucky I’m giving you this opportunity, even though I already destroyed you once. All your martial arts training means nothing when you get in the ring with someone stronger and tougher, hon. I proved it the last time and I will be happy to prove it again tonight. I’m going to expose your overrated ass. I hope for your fans that you put up a better fight this time round, because your last effort was *truly* pathetic. I knocked you the f*ck down twice before the ref had to jump in and save you from these…” Kim holding both balled fists up for emphasis. “Tonight is going to be no different if it’s up to me, and it will be.”
Staredown infinitely more tense when compared to some of the previous fights on this card. The women get into a nose-to-nose showdown at the podium, continuing to banter words across each other’s lips, but thankfully there’s no altercation thereafter.
Both girls’ entrances are fully overblown and extravagant, as can be expected from girls of their calibre, with Kim showing off her staying power with plenty of fireworks going off together with diamond glitter falling from the ceiling. She’s wearing a tight bodysuit in black, donning red gloves later in the ring. Katheryn going for some gold-amber pyrotechnics, swirling beautifully in the air and mirroring her own hair colour tonight. She’s donning her traditional Doll Ball fighting outfit for good luck and blowing kisses to some of her fans once she’s gotten into the ring.
Referee goes through the final preamble and recitation of rules, but both women just look as though they can’t wait to plant leather into each other’s faces. HERE we go then, for the second time, with ten rounds of Bantamweight action!
ROUND 1: Bell rings and Kardashian immediately charging forward, eager to put Katheryn away the same way she did last time, if not even faster. Katheryn however anticipating this brazen move from her overeager opponent, and her first movements are towards the sides and back, looking to play the defensive game and score points that way. Kim’s aggression and initial energy though not to be discounted so easily: she’s scoring with some fast hands to Winnick’s guard, then, when denied, goes after the body with stiff jabs. All part of Winnick’s plan as well though, having been weathered enough and knowing what to expect with some hard knocks on her way to victory here tonight. Blonde girl evening out the score in the final minute, just as Kim starts to slow down from the fatigue, by snapping the brunette’s head backwards with some straight hand combos that land on the nostrils, thereby applying the breaks for an emergency stop to Kardashian’s advance. Some disappointment on Kim’s face when the bell finally rings - she had hoped that Winnick might have take the second fall more easily this time round, but alas, the blonde’s experience in the ring starting to show clearly.
ROUND 2: More of the same early in the second - you don’t expect old cougars like these to change their spots overnight after all. But Kim somewhat visibly tiring as she chases her prey all across the ring and back multiple times. Katheryn doing her strategy due diligence, evading the worse of Kim’s punches and then scoring back with some choice cuts of her own into the brunette’s sternum and then the chin. But STILL Kardashian on a one-track mind, that elusive, dominant victory the only thing she can afford to think about! Kim managing to trap and corner Winnick by the end of the second minute with her constant advance, and for a brief moment, it looks like she might get her wish of a wipeout here… only to have Kat DUCK under a right hook that goes sailing over her head wide, before Kim’s head SNAPPED back into orbit from a resurgent uppercut to the jawline! OUCH. Kardashian in trouble! Kardashian in trouble! Katheryn moving into her territory all of a sudden, with unadulterated punches to the body doubling her over, with her knees already looking wobbly. ANOTHER right hook to the face and DOWN GOES KARDASHIAN in a hail or grunting and sobbing! It’s a KNOCKDOWN in the second round, ladies and gents!
Heeeelllllooo from up here!! Katheryn can’t really believe her opponent went down so easily, not after she herself struggled to win this back then in their first match! But there Kardashian lies, squirming on her belly as she tries to crawl her way to the ropes in order to recover! Katheryn diligently moving to neutral corner as she listens to the referee’s slow-count to 10. Can Kardashian redeem this humiliating situation here tonight?? It looks like she can’t! Count of 8 and she’s still barely up onto her knees… Referee hits the count of 10 and SHE’S DONE FOR!!
Official Decision: Katheryn Winnick defeats Kim Kardashian via KO2!
AFTER: A perfect outcome for Katheryn Winnick!! She’s secured not just revenge for herself, but having done so in quick and easy fashion! Kim Kardashian can’t believe the cheers that erupt once the referee makes the decision official, slumping back down and hanging onto the middle rope in abject disbelief and disappointment as the entire arena explodes with “WI-NNICK! WI-NNICK! WI-NNICK!” chants.
Winnick with genuine happiness and relief flooding her face, celebrating for a moment with a laugh and grin of her own and covering her mouth in pleasant surprise. Soon after, however, she has that dangerous flash of vengeance in those blue eyes, striding over to Kim’s struggling body, Katheryn roughly shoves the shocked brunette towards the mat. “My turn now…Kimmie”, Winnick declares, planting one foot down into the subdued woman’s chest, smiling and standing with her hands planted on her hips as she poses triumphantly for the cheering crowd.
Later, after she’s escorted from the ring to allow the medics to check on her hapless opponent, Winnick making a statement to reporters, just like how she did with Kardashian here tonight:
“I think I proved that her win was a fluke, and that’s what I came here to do. I’m glad I was able to! She can punch hard but there’s a lot more to boxing than that… though I don’t think she realizes that” the blonde saying with a smirk. “If she wants a tie-breaker, she knows where to find me - I’m always ready. But now, it’s time to celebrate! Woo!”
Post by The Dollhouse on Nov 4, 2018 22:27:19 GMT -6
Emma Roberts (27, 5’2, 94 lbs, 12:5 FCBA, The Dollhouse) Vs. Avril Lavigne (33, 5’2, 128 lbs, 18:9 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
BEFORE: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our MAIN EVENT for the evening! In what’s become a showdown of epic proportions, two Dolls will battle each other for ultimate supremacy and the title of ‘Flyweight Queen of the House’, with the winner being crowned here tonight as a grand show of her dominance, together with ultimate bragging rights. Before both these women enter the ring, videos of their respective press conference, taken a few hours ago backstage, are shown on the huge screens in the arena, proving just how much these women want to get their hands on each other.
Emma starting the ball rolling, her smiling face materializing on the giant LCD screens in the arena, as she speaks directly into the camera.
"Tonight's fight is frankly a waste of everyone's time if you ask me. Mostly… it’s a waste of Avril's time. I'm quite sure I've already proven that I'm a top-tier Flyweight in the FCBA, and by far the best Dollhouse Flyweight, based on my results so far. You know, concrete FACTS,” Roberts pauses with a smirk.
“Avril's results, on the other hand, have proven that she is a mediocre fighter at best. Anyone still unconvinced of that can just ask Boxing World Online why I'm ranked in the top 10, while she's still drowning in the 40s. Unfortunately for all of us (but mostly for her), Av is a jealous, whiny crybaby who can't stand the fact that I'm clearly better than her. I'm younger; I'm a lot fitter, I'm quicker and WAY smarter… Basically I'm just a superior fighter, Av. No one would EVER pick you over me. But sure, If you want me to prove all that by humiliating you in that ring in front of the entire world, I'll gladly oblige.”
“I've already equaled her 10-win streak and I'm going to love breaking her stupid little record tonight, with Av as my 11th consecutive victim. The irony would be too f*cking sweet.” Roberts giggles, a mischievous look on her face. “And DON’T expect your ugly, dumb BFF Hugens to save you… Michelle is here to make sure that no one's going to save you from that ultimate walk of shame you'll be enduring tonight. You brought this on yourself, you cow! Get that beautiful crown ready guys - this queen is ready to be crowned!"
Emma’s face fading to black, with that once-innocent demeanour twisted into a scowl worthy of the most horrific Disney-villains. The animosity between these two girls is real, ladies and gents, with the constant back-and-forth insults finally culminating in a showdown tonight. Avril of course is next to get her screen-time, a chance to bite back, in a recorded segment of her own from earlier today. Avril can be seen sitting comfortably at the press conference room, chewing on some gum and playing with her hair as reporters bombard the Canadian with questions.
“She said tonight is a waste of time?! Such a cocky b*tch!” Lavigne dismisses her rival’s remarks. Emma is so freaking full of herself, I don't think watching me kick her ass would be anything but awesome for you guys, am I right??" the Canadian singer giggles as some of the reporters as well as the crowd in the arena roar in response.
“Seriously… I got so tired of hearing her yapping about how amazing she is all the time. She thinks she should be treated like she's above everyone else, just cause she got a few lucky wins. The whole BWO magazine ranking thing has made things even worse - can you guys BELIEVE she's ranked so much higher than me? It’s total BS! F*ck this b*tch! I'm REALLY tired of her being a such a huge DIVA!” Avril shakes her head in frustration. “I demanded this fight and I'm going to prove that she's just another wimp I can easily knock the f*ck out. She has a huge mouth…I mean…literally!” Lavigne chukles. ”But she's so f*cking WEAK! Trust me guys - I know! I punch WAY harder than her and she TOTALLY won't be able to handle me in the ring! Besides, I've got Nessa on my side,” Avril grins, as the camera focuses on Vanessa Hudgens who’s sitting right next to the blonde, smiling and winking at the cameras, flexing her bicep playfully.
“We’ve been training together a lot recently in preparation for tonight, and I'm gonna use all that training to put Emma in her f*cking place tonight. That crown is f*cking mine, b*tches! Get ready for Queen Lavigne!” Avril ends with a sharp laugh of her own as Vanessa Hudgens and the rest of the room applause the proud Canadian.
Nowadays, the MMA scene mirroring some of the biggest sports PPVs on the planet, taking plenty of cues from their WWE counterparts in the use of spectacle in their entrances, before the actual spectacle itself of two girls going at it for real in a confined space. Tonight is no different, with the arena all ‘dolled up’ so to speak, with plenty of pink, gold and silver banners, streamers and floodlights elevating the atmosphere of the whole event.
Emma Roberts’ music is first to hit the airwaves, sending the crowds into a frenzy. Titantrons displaying the very moment the Doll strides through the curtains with a flourish, emerging from a hail of golden fireworks and looking as confident as we just saw her on those LCD screens earlier. She’s clad in an open white satin robe, partially covering her traditional Dollhouse attire of pink and white underneath it, with her blonde hair tied up into a neat ponytail hanging out back. The resident ‘Ice-Queen’ is accompanied by none other than the current Unified Flyweight champion, Michelle Williams.
The blondes are all smiles as they take their time slowly making their way to the ring, waving to the fans. However, that smile quickly disappears from Emma’s face when the blonde spots a fan holding an Avril Lavigne sign. Roberts suddenly stops and quickly snatches the sign from the stunned fan’s hands, ripping it to shreds, letting them fall the ground, before stomping with her foot on the pieces, all the while giving the poor fan the biggest b*tch-stare we’ve ever seen! Poor guy!
At the end of the runway, right before they get into the ring, Emma disrobing with a grin, strapping on her gloves, before being approached by Dollhouse reporter Marissa Roberto for last moment statement before stepping into that ring.
"You know…Avril may have more wins than me, but it’s all quantity over quality, and everybody knows that. She LOVES having fun but hates working hard. b*tch is lazy and it’s easy to see. She thinks she can just waltz in and win every fight without putting in the work - the work that I put in! No wonder I’ve been doing that much better than her. You think being on the cover of SHAPE magazine comes easy? Avril could only DREAM of that. They’ll laugh her out of the building. She should be fighting as a Bantam these days, with all the weight she's put on! This fight isn't even fair - she's got at least 30 pounds on me, but I'm STILL going to wreck her fat ass. How about that for a statement?"
Emma’s fans soaking each word up of course, shouting their approval at every turn and phrase, trying to counter the boos that are undoubtedly coming from the *other* girl’s fans in the rafters. Well, the other half of this arena will get their chance soon enough to make some noise of their own, as immediately after, the lights in the arena flash purple and pink, with Avril’s distinctive pop-rock music blasting through the speakers and announcing her arrival.
The ‘Punk-Princess’ is slow and deliberate by contrast, striding out from backstage doning a black satin robe over her traditional Dollhouse fightwear of black and pink. She’s been called plenty of names before, oh yes, especially those attacking her waistline, but the fact that she’s so calm, confident and collected here might be news to everyone, including Emma.
Avril striking a pose at the top of the stage, both hands held high and legs spread-eagled in true rock-goddess format, together with plenty of sparkles and hot canons fired into the air behind her with a BANG. She’s accompanied by, of course, her best friend in the FCBA – former multiple time champion - Ms Vanessa Hudgens, who’s curiously attempting to make a show of support for her BFF, with small smatterings of applause as they walk down the ramp together, but that slight discomfort at having to share the spotlight with someone else other than herself is still clearly stricken all over her face. That being said, this war tonight is gonna be more than that to determine top Dollhouse billing, with plenty of drama existing between Hudgens herself and Roberts, not to mention the rivalry of epic proportions between both of tonight’s corner-women - Hudgens and Williams!
Avril and Nessa make their way to the ring, waving and hi-fiving fans along the way, before being approached by Marissa Roberto for some final statements of their own: “What-everrrrrrrrrrrr…” Avril beginning her final statement to Marissa Roberto with a roll of her eyes. “I heard her. This b*tch LOVES to talk. She's trying to downplay the fact that she's too skinny and weak to do real damage. Like, I remember sparring with her - her punches barely even f*cking hurt! I'm about to punch her lights out and there's nothing she can do about it now! I'm the motherf*cking queen!” Avril laughs, with the equal roar of the crowd at her back showing us just how much *both* of these ladies are the clear favourites to win tonight. “She is!” Hudgens proclaims with a grin, hi-fiving the blonde as they both climb into the ring.
Girls making final preparations as we try and get this ten-round match started, but before we can officially do that, none other than Dollhouse CEO Carmen Electra climbs into the ring, striding to the middle and gestures for the microphone herself. One would expect that her voice would indeed be needed tonight, considering how unprecedented this match-up is: the first intra-stable showdown in this relatively new boxing club, and one where Electra would deem it fit to lay down the ground rules:
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a long, awesome night so far, but for two of our biggest stars, the night is only about to start. Our main event tonight is a special one. We are letting two of our best girls tear each other apart in this very ring tonight.” Carmen stops for a moment, letting the crowd go wild. “This has been a long time coming and was something agreed upon both by Emma and Avril, So who am I to stand between these two ambitious ladies? As per the rules agreed upon, ONE of them is going to be crowned 'Flyweight Queen of the House' tonight. Me and our staff wish them both equal success!”
Carmen taking the time to turn to each of her girls in their respective corners, who are already preparing to charge right past her to get at each other’s throats. She, however, sets them with a stern look that’s filled with both respect and concern.
“I hope you both give it your all, but remain respectful to each other as much as possible. After all, we're all on the same team here. I am not choosing favorites tonight. None of us are. Our training staff will *not* be present in the ring for this fight. Instead, both Emma and Avil have chosen to invite their own corner-women to do the coaching tonight. I'd like to give a warm welcome to Vanessa Hudgens, who'll be Avril's corner-woman, and Ms Michelle Williams, who'll be standing in Emma's corner. We're honored to have you both here, girls! And now, without further ado, let’s crown our Flyweight Queen!"
The CEO sure has a way with her words, managing to work the crowd up to an even greater frenzy. But no more words are needed! Avril and Emma already with readying stances as the referee asks for their go-ahead to begin this fight and gets stiff nods of ‘Let’s get it on!’! HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Main-Event Flyweight action!
ROUND 1: “LET’S GO, FATTIE!” are the very first shots fired in one direction, and you can tell whose lips they were uttered from. Emma grinning at her compatriot from across the ring whilst gesturing her forward with both her gloves, and boy is it making Avril take the bait. The Canadian rockstar not as infuriated as before by the fat-shaming comments, but she’s still eager to punch Emma’s lights out after all their back-and-forth thus far in these couple of months. Emma, however, has other ideas: she’s staying out of reach of the oncoming bull headed in her direction, deftly avoiding Lavigne’s punches with surprising ease early on. This seems to be a targeted game plan for Roberts, who knows that she needs to avoid Avril’s knockout power (at least compared to her own). She’s deliberately picking and choosing her own strikes back, only slapping leather into Avril’s face when it’s the most convenient for her to do so. In this manner, she delivers a deft double-blow to Avril’s ego: first by being the one who’s actually scoring points in this manner, and second by avoiding Avril’s return-shots, demonstrating to everyone that just perhaps, Ms Lavigne really is out-of-shape and out of her depth here. Roberts even giving her foe some rope to hang herself in the final few seconds, taking a harmless rapid combo to her guard before swinging a low hook or two into Avril’s side and body, making the Canadian goddess grunt painfully. It’s going to be a LONG night for both these women, but for now, the first round goes in convincing fashion to Ms Roberts, who struts back to her corner with a cocky smirk, hi-fiving Michelle before leaning casually against the turnbuckles, anxiously awaiting her chance to get back to work on her Canadian rival.
ROUND 2: Trouble in paradise for Avril Lavigne, who embarrassingly lost that first round despite all that strong rhetoric spewed prior. Deep down, she knows that she has to fight fire with fire, with it being the only way to put out an ego that’s at least the same size as her own. Avril having come such a long distance ever since her comeback a year ago, and it’s a testament to how much she has matured by keeping her anger in check, especially when Roberts ‘blasts’ her again from across the ring with comments at her ‘beer gut being an embarrassment to the entire stable.’
“SHUT UP AND FIGHT, YOU SKINNY ASS B*TCH!!” is Avril’s response as she strides forward looking to shut that mouth up manually instead. Emma wanting to repeat her earlier success, using those fast feet to lead the action around the ring and ultimately tire her contentious opponent out before she’s even in danger. But Lavigne wizening up to her plans here, starts moving in more deliberate ways to cut Roberts off instead of making a beeline straight for her. Emma having to contend with a much more sustained barrage of punches headed her way, and conversely, starts finding her own body jabs getting taken on Avril’s gloves, with Avril defending her midsection a little more often, realizing that it’s Emma’s target of choice. Another one-two quick jab-jab stun Emma in the chin late in the round, sending her reeling back fast. That grin now forming fully on Avril’s lips at seeing Roberts’ lose her lustre so quickly. And STILL Emma’s refusing to adapt just yet, thinking that that the belly button is *the* only button to press in order to get Avril to self-destruct here. She slaps a couple more shots in from afar in the final seconds, but in her haste to punish her counterpart’s body, eats a whole lot more damage on her chin and cheek, with Avril slowly but surely crowding out her space until the three minutes are up. Both girls are with a round a piece now, winning them fair and square, and surely at the behest of their respective corner-women shouting their encouragement.
ROUND 3: It’s clear that this ‘war’ is much more than just between these two girls, with Hudgens and Williams both using their down-time to whisper furious words of advice into respective girls’ ears, as though fighting another war by proxy alone. There’s certainly a hell lot of pride on the line here, with Hudgens and Mishy not being able to take their eyes off of each other in between rounds, as though these coaches would like nothing more than to slide under the ropes and throwdown with one another themselves. But this ain’t the time nor place, and both Emma and Avril looking eager to surge ahead and clinch the lead this third round. Avril stalking after Roberts with early aggression, a little too eagerly if we’re being honest, leaving Roberts again to seize the advantage by being more agile and evasive. There’s not much action here if we’re telling the truth, but Roberts still managing to score points by hitting the occasional jab on the face from afar, targeting Avril’s cheek, then body, chin, then body in alternate fashion. Poor Avril’s still struggling to find her footing here at how to trip her fellow stablemate up and ultimately lay down the smackdown in close quarters. But Emma still too fresh and too alert for that, allowing her to take this third round by a shutout performance. As expected, Michelle Williams letting out an over-excited yelp when the bell rings at the end of three minutes - both pride and smugness on her face at having outclassed both Lavigne and her sh*t-ass trainer in her corner. Vanessa Hudgens not helping things much by bellowing at her own girl, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??” making Avril feel even more down-in-the-dumps at her performance (or lack thereof) this time around.
ROUND 4: More taunting at her opponent in between rounds, with Emma Roberts smirking as she lounges with her back against the turnbuckle and directing insults Avril’s way. “Getting tired, Av? You don’t look so good, chubby!” to which Avril growls merely in reply, conserving her energy for a comeback. Emma playing with fire here - not sure whether this psychological warfare is deliberate or careless on her part - she knows how easily incensed her counterpart can get at times… Bell rings to start the fourth and Emma immediately playing the same game by keeping her distance. But this time, there’s surprise on her face when she has nothing to hit in return, with Avril deliberately biding her time and coming at her slow and steadfast. Avril stalking her rival left and right, taking some hits on her forearms early but then BANGING back with a powerful straight hand that catches Emma right where she’s *gonna* be instead of where she currently was, in an expert display of foresight. “f*ck YEAH!, BEAT THE F*CK OUTTA HER, AV!” is Hudgens’ response from the corner, and we’re not sure whether she’s entirely referring to Roberts or Williams that time. One thing’s for sure: Roberts suddenly with no space left to run, EATS another right hand straight down the middle as the glove sails through her guard and grazes the chin, thereby sending her billowing back into the ropes! Before she can recover, Avril’s on her in an instant, plunging fists into the sides of tummy and trying to trap her in place for more torture! Emma weathering the assault but mewing, suddenly regretting all the mean things she’s said about her rival, now that she’s on the receiving end of the abuse. Avril perhaps should also be conversing her energy instead of shouting out insults into her hated rival’s face, all the while swinging those elbows in and out of the body: “LIKE THAT?! YOU SKINNY ASS HOE?!?” Referee has to forcefully pull Lavigne off of Roberts, in what’s quickly becoming a back-and-forth but equal match-up from both ladies.
ROUND 5: “You’re plain-ass weak, Roberts, and you know it! You don’t deserve to be in the ring with me… much less in the top ten of the rankings…” Avril’s turn to play some mind games as the two girls circle each other at the start of the fifth. Roberts understandably more cautiously hiding behind her raised guard, wary of another sudden charge and power drive directed at her. Avril not underestimating her rival as well, knows that Emma’s able to run the gauntlet of ten rounds, and perhaps that’s why she’s been trying to finish this fight before the fifth. HERE though, she comes alive in the second minute, testing the guard with a spattering of jabs that sends Roberts backwards again. A few more snap shots into the tummy leave her grunting and stunned to the spot. Now the big guns start firing, with Avril lunging forward looking to finish this: more big, wrecking hooks land on the forearms as Emma tries desperately to get outta there and back to safety. But to her horror, she overestimated the distance, suddenly has her back hitting the ropes with nowhere left to go! Avril with a gleeful, sadistic smile as she JUMPS in and WHAPS a right hook straight into the hapless girl’s face, sending Emma choking, gasping and stumbling off to the side! She’s in trouble here! Crowd ROARS their approval of Lavigne in full control: more punches swiping hard at Roberts’ face, crashing in one another another, with Avril having her foe pinned down on the ropes and right where she wants her! Another right hand digs up into her tummy clean, before a follow-up uppercut CONNECTS with Emma’s chin, and DOWN SHE F*CKING GOES!! IT’S A KNOCKDOWN FOR AVRIL LAVIGNE in the second minute of this round!!
“HELL YEAH!” Both Avril and BFF Hudgens scream simultaneously as they score the first victory of the evening! Roberts blubbering as she’s felled onto her side, down by the ropes, eyes fluttering and mouth open in shock as she struggles to recover! Referee counting the ‘Ice Queen’ out, with Mishy providing some excellent “moral” support by banging on the apron ring-side and screaming into Emma’s ear to “GET THE F*CK UP! DON’T LET HUDGENS BEAT YOU!!!” Eh? We could have sworn she meant ‘Avril’ back there? It doesn’t register too much for Roberts, anyways, who steadily heeds the advice and makes it back up to her feet by the count of 8. Not a great showing for her, definitely, as she needs to reevaluate her strategy of dealing with Avril’s power and agression going forward.
ROUND 6: Avril gesturing rudely a Emma in between these rounds, admiring her handiwork and also taunting in turn: “ You should have stayed down, wimp! I’m gonna f*cking you up...” to which Emma visibly gulping down her apprehension as she expects the worse from here on out. Truth be told, things not looking that good for Roberts’ prospects, especially now that she’s been downed once. One can only question her resolve and remaining energy as we head into the second of this epic fight. Still, one also can’t help but admire her tenacity - she must *really* want this crown bad. Either that, or she simply hates Avril’s guts more so. First minute sees Avril charging at her without much regard for her own safety, shooting jabs in initially at the head, but then scoring with more hooks that land into her sides. It’s similar routine as previous rounds where Av dominated, but this time, keen observers noticing that Emma still is managing to move fast and deliberate, taking some hits on her lean, SHAPE magazine-worthy body, but then BANGING back hard with short blows to Avril’s face whenever she gets in too close. End result is Avril’s chin WOBBLED late in the round, when the third such exchange leaves Roberts with the sudden advantage! Crowds not really caring as long as they see this action exchanged, and few could have predicted the outcome of Avril Lavigne EATING another surprise uppercut into her jawline, SNAPPING the head back and sending her flying into the ropes in shock!! Good lord! Emma strategically targeting the head all this while, with her reaping the sudden benefits! It’s no surprise to us that she’s methodically broken down her foe’s sense of balance a little bit by bit, sending Ms Lavigne TUMBLING backwards onto her buttocks, her head spinning in a come-from-behind KNOCKDOWN of her own!!
Roberts’ fans suddenly on their feet at this unexpected outcome! But one has to become accustomed by now to how Emma Roberts always finding a trick up her sleeve! She’s partially relieved herself as she stumbles back to corner - no doubt those body shots she took in exchange for this knockdown must have surely taken some toll on her as well. But the end result might very well justify the means: Avril getting counted out by the referee as she struggles to make sense of what the heck just happened here. Lavigne struggling to stand fully to her feet, those hits to her chin rattled her senses pretty badly. But get back up to her feet she eventually does… certainly with Vanessa’s shrill voice ringing through her head and giving her some sort of motivation as well. We’re not joking when we say that both these girls are effectively tied by this point in the fight, respective corners taking turns wrecking the other’s plans in one devastating round after the other. And neither of them show any signs of slowing down!
ROUND 7: Avril still having trouble balancing on her two feet in between the rounds, with a real danger of a concussion back there being waved off brusquely, growling at the concerned referee to leave her alone. One thing that could be said of Emma’s earlier comments is that there’s some element of truth to them: Avril usually not doing so well when she enters the last leg of a fight, her lacking fitness and the extra pounds she’s put on in recent years not helping her keep her stamina up for long. She’s looking a lot more tired than her opponent at this point, with Emma still bouncing around on light feet, displaying seemingly endless amounts of stamina,frustrating the sluggish Lavigne. And for Avril, coming off a knockdown ain’t gonna help things much either. Roberts looking to take full advantage here, showing a little more aggression as she takes the fight back to her opponent. Avril having to fend off more shots aimed at her guard, but can’t help but grunt still as Roberts simply switches targets to that of her open belly down below, having a field day at shooting in those hands left and right. That being said, Roberts still has to be wary about this cougar biting back when she leasts expects it: she barely dodges a return hook that was aimed at her head, showing just how dangerous Avril still might be in this fight. Who knows? Could this all be a part of Lavigne’s plan to draw out Roberts and exploit her sense of false security? A final hook lands on one woman’s forearms, rattling her hard in the final seconds, and Emma suddenly is the one who’s driven off and back across the extent of the ring, slight surprise on her face at realizing her foe’s still packing this much power at this stage of the fight. Still, Roberts can rest easy that she clearly took the round. But from the look on Mishy’s face in her corner, she’s sensing that these remaining rounds are gonna be an uphill struggle for Roberts if this pace continues.
ROUND 8: One more sign of Avril’s steady recovery here is the resumption of her taunting words flowing from her lips. Avril intermittently shouting out one-word insults in Emma’s direction, labelling her as ‘weak sl*t,’ ‘overrated’, and our personal favourite, an ‘anorexic chicken-legged wimp’. Girls go back to base instincts here in the eighth, each taking their time and firing off punches at opposing defences, probing for more weak spots. These two girls have indeed been sparing with one another on and off in the Dollhouse gym, and as stablemates, they would know the ins and outs of each other’s psyche and strategy better than any outsiders would. This results in a fall-in, matching footwork dance for a good majority of the round, with one girl advancing a few steps but the other girl stepping backwards in tandem. Rinse and repeat, with neither really scoring a significant advantage throughout, and both simply appreciating the time off to catch their breaths. Avril however displaying slightly more aggression after she ended the previous round in her favour, snapping fewer but more powerful punches into Em’s guard, on more than one occasion shoving her backwards a couple of steps when they land stiffly right down the middle. Roberts, however, still having the presence of mind to get the f*ck outta there before Avril can fully charge and bull her way inwards, and she manages to not get trapped along the ropes in this way. A balanced round for both women, but Avril with the slight advantage, we feel.
ROUND 9: Looks like we’re heading into unknown territory here, and regardless of what we’ve said earlier about one girl having the better stamina, the truth is that both these hellcats look like they’ve already overexerted themselves before they entered the ninth. When you take into account how much breath they’ve each spent on verbally insulting each other along the way as well, it’s purely a wonder how they’re still managing to stay upright. Avril trying to resume her strategy of aggression, with thoughts of ending this fight going through her head repeatedly now that she thinks that she has Emma fully in her crosshairs, but the Canadian seems to be completely exhausted and moves in very slowly. Roberts also struggling to breathe in deep breaths on occasion, a worrying sign for her that she’s on the decline, but the American still looking much lighter on her feet compared to Lavigne. A good sign for sure with Mishy still urging her forward with encouragement directed at her back, shouting advice like “She’s out of gas! Aim for the body! hit her f*cking pudge!!” to which Roberts trying to comply, though with much more sluggishness than usual. Avril grunting mid-round when Emma decides to solely target her midsection with a steady stream of pounding puh puh puh puh. She’s grimacing as she takes the abuse, but what else can she do on her quest to get in close? Emma knows that Avril can’t quite have her cake and eat it here - if she wants to come in hard and fast to brawl, she’s gonna have to force that soft midsection to swallow some leather. Avril apparently getting this very message, too slow to react as Emma manages to easily keep her away with some well aimed shots to the navel, making the Punk-Princess groan in frustration and pain every time she tries to get close… all the way until the final minute... when Lavigne decides to drape one arm across her midriff before choosing to BARREL headfirst towards Robert, with nary a concern for her safety! Look of shock on Roberts’ face as those same punches to the body now not finding any purchase, or worse yet, ignored by the daring Canadian, who succeeds in getting in close and ROCKING Emma to the face with a deft hook! UGHH! Roberts now the one spiraling towards the ropes on shaky feet. There’s 30 seconds left on the clock and Avril intends to make full use of them! Roberts letting out more grunt as Avril literally body slams into her, pinning her to the ropes, before making her eat her own words with fists buried up into her ribs over and over! Roberts with her mouth open on shoulder, trying to clinch up by wrapping arms around the chest, but this only leaves Avril more space to swipe at her undercarriage all the way to the bell! Oh no - such is a contrast and irony of life, folks! Emma taking this round by a small margin due to her early offense, but hell if this girl looks like she’s celebrating right now, hunched over at the bell and falling to her knees afterwards, clutching her body. She’s managed to survive this round, but will she still be able to do the same as we head into the finale??
ROUND 10: Here we go, here we go! Both women look like they’ve been through hell and back, with all that hatred long evaporated from either of their faces. Now, they seem content to merely finish this fight one way or another! Emma going back to baser instincts as she struggles to stay out of reach. By her corner’s calculations, she knows that if she manages to stay alive for the next three minutes, she might very well win this fight based on points alone. Avril’s corner knowing this fact as well, and that has Vanessa Hudgens shrieking at Avril once the bell rings to “GET THE F*CK IN THERE AND FINISH THIS WEAK b*tch OFF!!” Avril dutifully doing her best to obey, but her best is not much at this point, the Punk-Princess willing her drained body forward and trying to chase down Roberts the best she can. Roberts doing her own best to keep her foe at bay, snapping jabs at the head and body and looking to dissuade Avril’s advance. But in a similar scenario to the previous round, Roberts’ tired, weak jabs just not having the desired effect any longer, with Avril simply barging through one such barrage in the second minute, like shrugging off blaster shots to her mean frame and coming in hard and swinging. Roberts no choice but to cover up her head as the onslaught catches her with her pants down, metaphorically. A hook rattles her cage upstairs when it lands off one of her ears, before another side-hook takes out her guard out with a loud grunt, sending her further stumbling off to one side! Avril’s chance here and she TAKES it hungrily with a step-in BURIES a right hand that literally disappears into Emma’s flat stomach, folding her over and literally lifting the poor girl a few inches off her feet. STILL the stubborn Doll refuses to go down, mouth open as she stays upright but wobbles HARD AND AVRIL JUST UNLEASHES HELL! The Punk-Princess smells blood and goes completely ape sh*t on the shocked Roberts, battering her face with huge reckless swings. It’s all too much for the Ice-Queen as she takes one, two, THREE HUGE hard swipe to both sides of her face, the third finally sending her reeling to her side and down, collapsing to the mat like a rag-doll, landing face-first on the hard canvas with a THUD! The ‘Ice Queen’ is sprawled out, eyes closed, her mouth guard flopping to the mat next to her drooling mouth. ROBERTS IS NOT MOVING AT ALL! SHE’S OFFICIALLY OUT COLD! SHE’S OUT! What a sight! Lavigne immediately follows by dropping to her hands and knees in exhaustion, hitting the canvas right next to Robert’s legs before collapsing to the mat on her side in a heap, then rolling slowly to her back, where she lies unmoving, hands resting lifelessly on the canvas above her head, her heaving, sweaty belly and chest the only sign the Canadian is even alive! Referee seems to hesitate as both girls seem to be out of it, but one girl clearly still has her eyes open, while the other seems to be far away in dreamland! A few long seconds of confusion follow as the shocked crowd awaits the referee to make his decision here, with Hudgens being heard pounding the mat and screaming at her friend to “GET THE f*ck UP AV!!!”. Seems like Lavigne is in no shape or form to do so, but the Punk-Princess does manage to show a sign of life when she slowly lifts one hand off the mat, raising her fist in triumph to signal she’s wide awake AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!! The cheers in the arena are deafening at this point as It’s now clear who the winner of this epic match is, with Michelle Williams burying her face in her hand in frustration, realizing this is now officially over. The ref performs his duty here, taking one last look at the still sleeping Emma Roberts before WAVING THIS FIGHT OFF! Ladies and gentlemen, you have your WINNER! AVRIL LAVIGNE!
Official Decision: Avril Lavigne defeats Emma Roberts via KO10!
AFTER: "f*ck YEA!!!” are the immediate words from Vanessa Hudgens’ lips as she rushes into the ring through the ropes, running towards Avril’s fallen form to check on her. Slowly helping the exhausted, drained and aching blonde to a sitting position, Nessa grabs Avril’s left arm, raising it into the air screaming “This is the QUEEN right here!” Avril doing her best to smile, albeit painfully, responding with a weak but heartful “Yeeaaahhh!” towards the cheering fans.
Avril and Nessa’s celebration is quickly short when Vanessa spots Michelle Williams entering the ring and quickly approaching from behind. The brunette immediately springs to her feet turning towards the blonde, pointing directly at her face with a scowl. “Get the f*ck out Mishy, It’s our ring now and you’re f*cking outnumbered. Your weakling friend there is sleeping like the little bitchy wimp she is, and she’s f*cking MINE now!” Mishy just chuckles to herself, sizing up the competition. “Outnumbered…? Come on. You think Avril is in any shape to help you here? I can take this b*tch out with one finger right now…look at her.” Avril meanwhile is doing her best to slowly get back to her feet with the help of the ropes, finally joining Vanessa as they both stand face to face with Williams. “Get the f*ck outta here Michelle, I kicked her ass! You’re fired!” The Canadian says right into Michelle’s face, still panting hard. “I suggest you lie back down Princess, you’re a mess.” Michelle responds, pointing her finger at the mat. “And you definitely don’t want to mess with me right now.”
“I’m the QUEEN now, b*tch. Eat sh*t! I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.” Avril defiantly stands in front of Mishy, blocking the way to Emma’s fallen body. An evil knowing smile creeps up on Vanessa’s face as she suddenly leaves both blondes to themselves and sets her sight on the fallen ‘Ice Queen’, who’s still slumbering peacefully on the canvas on her stomach, the growing pool of drool underneath her mouth confirms she’s completely oblivious to anything that’s taking place. Nessa quickly bends down and rolls the unconscious Roberts to her back, quickly straddling the knocked out blonde, now sitting directly on her chest as she begins viciously b*tch-slapping Emma on both cheeks, attempting to wake the poor blonde up. Michelle however, is having none of that. Feeling responsible as Emma’s guest of honor here tonight - she begins warning Avril to move out of the way “Or else”. Avril clearly not taking Mishy seriously, giggling in the champion’s face. “Pfff…Yeah right! I’m not moving anywhere…this b*tch deserves it for her huge mouth...I BEAT HER! We can do whatever we want now, get it?”
WHACK! The fourth vicious SLAP from Nessa finally waking up the sleeping beauty, who groggily stares up as her eyes slowly open with a soft moan. “Wakey wakey, you dumb loser!” Vanessa greets the blonde as she smiles into Emma’s horror filled eyes. It takes the Roberts a few seconds before she fully realizes where she is, what happened and who’s on top of her. Emma immediately lets out a shriek of panic and begins bucking wildly underneath her tormentor in an attempt to throw Nessa off of her. “Be quiet b*tch! You’re mine!” Nessa proclaims before delivering a HUGE hammer fist into Emma’s tummy from above, immediately quieting the blonde, knocking all the air out of her weakened body and leaving her gasping helplessly underneath her. “You’re f*cking DEAD, Roberts” Vanessa smiles clenching her fist as she towers above the mortified helpless blonde, pinning her arms to the mat with her knees, her entire bodyweight crushing poor Emma’s fragile upper body. The Flyweight Champion has finally seen enough – and definitely heard enough from Lavigne at this point. With a sudden move, she takes two steps back before lunging herself shoulder first into Avril’s unprotected midsection! “OUGHGGHH!” Lavigne gasps in both shock and pain she when gets SPEARED by Williams, her feet leaving the ground before her back is PLANTED on the mat with a loud THUD! The new queen can only groan helplessly as she hugs her aching midsection and rolls to her side in a fetal position, coughing loudly. With Lavigne easily taken care of, Michelle immediately POUNCES on a surprised Hudgens from behind, forcefully tackling her off of Emma as both woman tumble to the mat, screaming and grunting as they roll around in an attempt to gain the upper hand! The crowd is getting way more than they paid for here tonight as the entire arena goes absolutely nuts at this development, with Carmen Electra now rushing from her seat to take charge of the situation, instructing Dollhouse security and medical team to get in there and restore the peace immediately!
Security quickly swarms the ring at an attempt to separate the two multiple time Flyweight champions while medics attend to both Emma and Avril under Carmen’s instructions. It takes 4 men to finally pry Nessa and Mishy off of each other, with both girls resisting wildly and screaming profanities as they are pulled away to opposite corners of the ring by security.
Both Emma and Avril make it to their feet after several long minutes with the help of the medical staff Emma as expected, looking as distraught as ever, refusing to even look in Av’s direction and barking at the medics to leave her alone and let her go. Roberts chooses to leave the ring as quick as possible as Lavigne is heard shouting at her from behind. “Yeahhh loser! Walk away you weak ass b*tch! You got f*cking wrecked!”
With Emma quickly escorted backstage by Dollhouse security and order inside the ring restored, Carmen takes the stage again mid-ring and handed the microphone. “Ladies and Gentleman, I sincerely apologize for the mess you just witnessed here these last 5 minutes, this was not part of the plan. We have things under control now and luckily no one was seriously injured. So…I think we’re ready to proceed to the crowning ceremony. Despite what just happened, I think it’s safe to say we all witnessed an incredible fight here tonight…both girls gave it their all and then some…..and I want to sincerely congratulate both of them for an awesome display! But….there’s only one winner, and her name is AVRIL f*cking LAVIGNE! Give it up for Avril and hopefully she’s feeling alright after the beatings she took tonight and can get her ass in here and get that thing on her head.” Carmen chuckles. “Are you…Av?”
“HELL YEAH!” is Avril’s cheerful response as she pushes from her stool and through the medical team, slowly making her way to mid-ring. The Canadian has clearly seen better days, her hair a complete mess and her body a wreck, but she’s holding her hands up high and smiling in both relief and pride as the crowd cheers her on. A beautiful sight indeed! “Bring that thing up here Kris…” Carmen asks head trainer Kristanna Loken. The big blonde smiles before rising from her front row seat, a purple velvet pillow covered in black satin cloth in her hands. Loken makes her way to the ring as the crowd cheers her the entire way before climbing inside and standing right next to Carmen. Electra grins as she removes the black cloth to reveal a beautiful, elegant, shiny silver crown resting on top of the purple pillow. The reveal sends the crowd into an immediate frenzy, and the noise levels in this arena has hit a new record ladies and gents! Avril grins widely as she starts jumping up and down in giddy anticipation. “Ladies and gentleman, without further ado…” Carmen lifts the crown off of its resting place with both hands and turns to Avril. “I hereby crown Avril Lavigne, the winner of tonight’s epic showdown, the official FLYWEIGHT QUEEN OF THE DOLLHOUSE!” Carmen declares as she finally puts the glistening crown on top of Avril’s head. The crowd and every single Dollhouse member in attendance giving the new Queen a standing ovation that lasts for a long minute. “Congratulations!” Carmen finishes the crowning ceremony with a hi-five and a hug to her star fighter, before asking for the microphone again. “So….Avril…any first words as the official new Queen?” Lavigne giggles as the fans cheer. She then gestures to Vanessa Hudgens signaling her to come stand by her, and the two hug again before Avril takes the mic. “f*ck YEAH! I did what I told everyone I would do…I fucked that b*tch up and proved that I’m better than her….that’s all that matters. I hope everybody watched this…I said I was gonna prove Emma is an overrated weak b*tch and I f*cking did it. I’d like to thank my bestie Nessa here, who helped me make sure I’m fully prepared for tonight….and came here to be by my side for some moral support! Not that I needed too much of that aganist that wimp poser….haha, but you know….and….my fans, I want to thank all my fans for coming here and cheering for me. It means A LOT and it really pushes me to kick ass! You’re gonna see me kicking a LOT more ass in the near future guys! That’s a promise! Oh yeah…and It’s QUEEN LAVIGNE from now on bitcheeeesssss!” Lavigne ends with a shout into the microphone and her trademark wild laugh, dropping the mic and raising both hands in the air to huge applause from the packed arena.
As the dust settles on another exciting PPV, the ring is finally cleared as Avril, Vanessa and the Dollhouse crew make their way backstage, enjoying some last moments of admiration some very satisfied fans, with Avril leading the way as the new Queen, her crown glistening brightly on her head as she makes struts onward.
Just before they all disappear into the backstage, Dollhouse reporter Marissa Roberto is seen running towards Av, a microphone in hand. “Congrats sister!!! That was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!” Marissa looking almost as happy as Avril herself as the girls hug. “Thank yooouuu!” Avril responds with a giggle, bowing gracefully like a true queen. “Say, one last thing before you go – Now that you beat Emma, what do you think of what Camila Cabello said about you and what do you intend to do?” The only response from Queen Lavigne is her trademark snort and a cheeky “Who?!” before the giggling blonde disappears behind those black curtains.
Dare we say Lavigne/Roberts is like a solid Fight of the Year candidate and probably one of the best Doll Ball fights ever! This was also Avril's 19th fight of the year which is pretty unheard of in the current FCBA era. Well done!
Dare we say Lavigne/Roberts is like a solid Fight of the Year candidate and probably one of the best Doll Ball fights ever! This was also Avril's 19th fight of the year which is pretty unheard of in the current FCBA era. Well done!
Thanks!!! Gotta make up for the 7 years I was inactive ya know! And....I guess I just LOVE kicking ass haha!