Post by Lookout! Boxing on Dec 28, 2018 23:17:24 GMT -6
Emma Roberts
(27, 5’2, 94 lbs, 12:6 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
Vs.
Camila Mendes
(24, 5'2, 112 lbs, 8:3 FCBA, Odds & Ends)
BEFORE:
That frown on Emma's face looks set in stone, still there after almost two months of attempted mental & physical recovery. Of course, we all know why and how that happened, with the loss against fellow stablemate Avril Lavigne still lingering in her mind.
“Camila's probably certain she can beat me just because she beat Avril. Oh, how wrong she is. Do I seem worried? She might be bigger than me, but that's because she's a chubby b*tch. Let me assure you of something, Mendes - beating Avril doesn't mean sh*t. I'm way more talented than her, way faster than her, way fitter than her, and MILES smarter than that fatass. I'm simply a much better all-rounded boxer and you're about to find that out the hard way tonight, however unfortunate that will be for you. You're a nobody, Mendes – a big, overrated, nobody. And I'm going to prove it to everyone tonight by doing what Avril couldn't. That is - wrecking your ugly, chubby face."
Camila also looking stern but focused as she calmly prepares herself backstage. She of course listened to every single word her opponent said earlier, before shrugging them off with a roll of the eyes.
“Big words, Emma. Big words. But the fact is that I beat Avril, who happened to just beat your ass. So I don't know what you're talking about when you claim that you have a chance in hell of beating me. And if I recall correctly, Avril was the chubby one when she went down to my quick fists. But that means…” Camila stifling a laugh with the back of her hand. “I don't know *what* that means for you, Emma, just that you ain’t the scariest kid on the block. Just shut your mouth and show up tonight. I’ll take of the rest.”
Girls undressing before heading out onto the ramp, the crowd's volume hitting them full in the face once that happens. Emma Roberts in her traditional Dollhouse pink and white sporta bra and tights, blonde shoulder-length hair hanging loose, whilst Camila in a black bra brassiere for top, short denims as bottoms, black hair in a sleek ponytail. Referee waves for this fight to start and HERE we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action!!
ROUND 1:
Perhaps it's Emma's full blown desire to prove that her loss to Avril was a huge fluke, but this hard assault on Camila in the opening round is not doing her any favours. Camila controlling Roberts as she comes onto her, stunning the petite Doll with power shots to the face and body each time she comes in close to bang. Emma's displaying some of that reckless temper she so detests in her own contemporary stablemate, doesn't realise that she's the one taking damage till it's too late to matter. Camila just one step and an arm's length away from her these three minutes, smiling to herself as she takes this opening round by a wide margin, leaving a scowling Roberts hurt and frustrated.
ROUND 2:
Cooler heads thankfully prevailing in the next round when Emma decides to calm down and find her calling. Camila partly surprised as she's the one who has to stamp forward and punch at her guard, with Roberts doing a 180 here and drawing the brunette inwards instead. She's still getting rocked hard with powerful straight hands that threaten to sack her defences early, but this way at least, Roberts managing to sting her face more often than not at all. Bell rings and Roberts’ corner breaking into cheers of their own as Carmen shares a brief hug with Emma on her return: they know they took this round and look to keep a hold of it by any means necessary.
ROUND 3:
Alas, this is Camila Mendes we're talking about here, and not some random fluke from across the ocean. Emma leading with the same strategy as before, but finding Mendes not as willing to engage her head on. Camila picking her shots more carefully than before, stunning Roberts in the body repeatedly in order to get her to lower her arms. Roberts not that dumb either, but the body shots are starting to take their toll. She packs a one-two into Camila's chin for her efforts, but then MISSES with her third straight hand, with Mendes deftly skipping to the side and sending a huge hook sailing inwards that ROCKS Emma on the chin!
OUGHFFF!!! AND DOWN ROBERTS GOES!!! Emma knocked onto her side from the sheer power of that blow and is lying on the mat in a bewildered heap as the crowd goes wild with this early melee! It’s only round three and we're already seeing this much action! Camila turning about at once and breaking into a smile, flexing her bicep for the crowd as she heads back to neutral corner and awaits the inevitable count out.
Roberts in trouble for sure, that blow to the jawline making her see stars as she attempts to sit up. She takes a few numbers from the referee to recover, but suddenly manages a surge up to her knees at the count of 6, and you can hear the audible relief in the crowd's reaction when she recovers by 8.
Whatever momentum she scored in the previous round has all but evaporated, unfortunately. The round ends with Mendes playing cautious again and stalking her about the ring, not expecting another sensational knockdown to take place again just yet, but still eager to finish the round cementing her dominance.
ROUND 4:
Roberts has her work cut out for her as she looks to stay in the game here. Camila however turning up the heat a few degrees at a time, but certainly bolstered by her knockdown in the previous round. She hounds Roberts across the ring early in the fourth, snapping punches into her guard repeatedly. Roberts just trying to stay afloat, taking a further beating to her body whilst judiciously guarding her face. She was prepared for an onslaught from Mendes, but this is proving too much, with her foe putting in all efforts to end this fight here for good. But keen observers noting how Roberts is managing to fight back in the final minute: she blocks or absorbs a couple of shots to the forearms before quickly snapping jabs into the face, with Camila too tired and too distracted by this point to bother with defence. Another one-two combination smack into her nostrils, and what’s this?? Suddenly, Camila is wobbly as she takes a couple of steps backwards. Roberts eager to press her sudden advantage as she stalks her forward, more cautious, straight hands hitting the nose and lips, before sending Camila DOWN to one knee!
Referee quickly covers her up to prevent Emma from rushing in to flail at her some more! A remarkable knockdown for Emma in the final few seconds there, but then again we weren’t surprised, not with her putting on an excellent show of technicality! Mendes breathing hard on the floor as she takes the opportunity to catch her breath, her reddened nose showing signs of the abuse suffered so far. She manages to recover by the count of 8, but not at all content with being TOO embarrassed just yet, and the round ends before Emma can press her advantage.
ROUND 5:
Now these two ladies are really even after scoring one knockdown apiece. They play it cautious again early on, with Camila reevaluating her strategy by circling and jabbing, whereas Emma still easily spooked at the sight of any incoming punches, scooting back each time and weaving side-to-side overly necessarily. Camila still thinks that Emma is weak and in the dog-house here, especially when her defensive tactics hint that she’s hurt and trying to run from her. Mendes therefore storming forward in the second minute, succeeding in banging a rough one-two hook into the sides. Emma gasping as those body shots rocked her, but she herself managed to score a return hook into Mendes’ face when she wasn’t paying attention, sending her reeling back from the pure shock. Arguably having done more damage, Emma decides to keep the pressure on, stalking Mendes backwards with more jab-jab-hook combos that are aimed at the head. Camila still stubbornly targeting her body as she tries to dissuade Roberts’ advance, but no dice. Camila wilting under the pressure of the repeated swings into her side, Emma’s speed and accuracy here underestimated before to other girls’ detriment. Camila eating another hook to the side of the head, before a swing in the opposite direction CATCHES her flush on the cheek – and that does it! She’s sent sprawling onto her side! ANOTHER knockdown for Emma’s corner!!! but this time it’s not looking good for the brunette! Camila looking perplexed, unsure where she is or what just happened…the referee orders Emma to back off to a neutral corner and begins the count, but honestly, it doesn’t seem like Camila is going anywhere…the bigger brunette makes a groggy attempt at crawling towards the ropes but she’s way too slow….8…..9….10!!! It’s over!!! Camila can’t make it in time and Roberts with a HUGE grin on her face and her hands up high as she takes a very dangerous opponent down and proves she just did what Lavigne could not!
Official Decision: Emma Roberts defeats Camila Mendes via KO5!
AFTER:
I think even the crowd can’t believe it’s over so soon! Could this be the same Mendes who put away Avril Lavigne so convincingly? What the hell is going on here?! But Emma’s relief is quickly fading into that cocky smile, as if the answer was 100% obvious from the very beginning that she would win this one.
For the most part, Emma at least distinguishing herself from Avril’s own post-fight antics... but hell, not for very long. After she’s done parading around the four corners of the ring, she quickly unlaces and throws her gloves into one corner, before storming over to Camila and viciously pulling her back up to her knees by the hair.
Camila groaning as her fluttering face is pressed into her steaming body. “Get the f*ck away from me!” she utters, trying to push Roebrts away before getting SLAPPED hard on the cheek and taunted from above.
"Behave b*tch!......And DON’T mess with me again, got it ?! Stick to beating overweight sluts like Avril. You’re not in my f*cking league Mendes." Emma hisses before shoving the bigger brunette back down to the ground and delivering a couple of angry stomps into her midsection as Camila groans.
Finally satisfied with her work, Roberts then faces one of the cameras, screaming into it: "I hope you're watching, Av! This is the girl who beat your fat ass! Look where she is now…under my f*cking foot!"
With hands on her hips and a final evil grin, Emma plants her boot down onto Camila's hip, keeping her pinned to the canvas like a trophy kill as she takes a final victory pose over her defeated opponent to loud cheers from her fans in the arena.
Seems like the beef between these two Dolls is anything but over, and poor Camila feels more like a piece of meat being torn between two lionesses here. Will Roberts manage to steal the Dollhouse’s crown away from Queen Lavigne in 2019? Who knows, but seems like she’s certainly going to try!
(27, 5’2, 94 lbs, 12:6 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
Vs.
Camila Mendes
(24, 5'2, 112 lbs, 8:3 FCBA, Odds & Ends)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse
BEFORE:
That frown on Emma's face looks set in stone, still there after almost two months of attempted mental & physical recovery. Of course, we all know why and how that happened, with the loss against fellow stablemate Avril Lavigne still lingering in her mind.
“Camila's probably certain she can beat me just because she beat Avril. Oh, how wrong she is. Do I seem worried? She might be bigger than me, but that's because she's a chubby b*tch. Let me assure you of something, Mendes - beating Avril doesn't mean sh*t. I'm way more talented than her, way faster than her, way fitter than her, and MILES smarter than that fatass. I'm simply a much better all-rounded boxer and you're about to find that out the hard way tonight, however unfortunate that will be for you. You're a nobody, Mendes – a big, overrated, nobody. And I'm going to prove it to everyone tonight by doing what Avril couldn't. That is - wrecking your ugly, chubby face."
Camila also looking stern but focused as she calmly prepares herself backstage. She of course listened to every single word her opponent said earlier, before shrugging them off with a roll of the eyes.
“Big words, Emma. Big words. But the fact is that I beat Avril, who happened to just beat your ass. So I don't know what you're talking about when you claim that you have a chance in hell of beating me. And if I recall correctly, Avril was the chubby one when she went down to my quick fists. But that means…” Camila stifling a laugh with the back of her hand. “I don't know *what* that means for you, Emma, just that you ain’t the scariest kid on the block. Just shut your mouth and show up tonight. I’ll take of the rest.”
Girls undressing before heading out onto the ramp, the crowd's volume hitting them full in the face once that happens. Emma Roberts in her traditional Dollhouse pink and white sporta bra and tights, blonde shoulder-length hair hanging loose, whilst Camila in a black bra brassiere for top, short denims as bottoms, black hair in a sleek ponytail. Referee waves for this fight to start and HERE we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action!!
ROUND 1:
Perhaps it's Emma's full blown desire to prove that her loss to Avril was a huge fluke, but this hard assault on Camila in the opening round is not doing her any favours. Camila controlling Roberts as she comes onto her, stunning the petite Doll with power shots to the face and body each time she comes in close to bang. Emma's displaying some of that reckless temper she so detests in her own contemporary stablemate, doesn't realise that she's the one taking damage till it's too late to matter. Camila just one step and an arm's length away from her these three minutes, smiling to herself as she takes this opening round by a wide margin, leaving a scowling Roberts hurt and frustrated.
ROUND 2:
Cooler heads thankfully prevailing in the next round when Emma decides to calm down and find her calling. Camila partly surprised as she's the one who has to stamp forward and punch at her guard, with Roberts doing a 180 here and drawing the brunette inwards instead. She's still getting rocked hard with powerful straight hands that threaten to sack her defences early, but this way at least, Roberts managing to sting her face more often than not at all. Bell rings and Roberts’ corner breaking into cheers of their own as Carmen shares a brief hug with Emma on her return: they know they took this round and look to keep a hold of it by any means necessary.
ROUND 3:
Alas, this is Camila Mendes we're talking about here, and not some random fluke from across the ocean. Emma leading with the same strategy as before, but finding Mendes not as willing to engage her head on. Camila picking her shots more carefully than before, stunning Roberts in the body repeatedly in order to get her to lower her arms. Roberts not that dumb either, but the body shots are starting to take their toll. She packs a one-two into Camila's chin for her efforts, but then MISSES with her third straight hand, with Mendes deftly skipping to the side and sending a huge hook sailing inwards that ROCKS Emma on the chin!
OUGHFFF!!! AND DOWN ROBERTS GOES!!! Emma knocked onto her side from the sheer power of that blow and is lying on the mat in a bewildered heap as the crowd goes wild with this early melee! It’s only round three and we're already seeing this much action! Camila turning about at once and breaking into a smile, flexing her bicep for the crowd as she heads back to neutral corner and awaits the inevitable count out.
Roberts in trouble for sure, that blow to the jawline making her see stars as she attempts to sit up. She takes a few numbers from the referee to recover, but suddenly manages a surge up to her knees at the count of 6, and you can hear the audible relief in the crowd's reaction when she recovers by 8.
Whatever momentum she scored in the previous round has all but evaporated, unfortunately. The round ends with Mendes playing cautious again and stalking her about the ring, not expecting another sensational knockdown to take place again just yet, but still eager to finish the round cementing her dominance.
ROUND 4:
Roberts has her work cut out for her as she looks to stay in the game here. Camila however turning up the heat a few degrees at a time, but certainly bolstered by her knockdown in the previous round. She hounds Roberts across the ring early in the fourth, snapping punches into her guard repeatedly. Roberts just trying to stay afloat, taking a further beating to her body whilst judiciously guarding her face. She was prepared for an onslaught from Mendes, but this is proving too much, with her foe putting in all efforts to end this fight here for good. But keen observers noting how Roberts is managing to fight back in the final minute: she blocks or absorbs a couple of shots to the forearms before quickly snapping jabs into the face, with Camila too tired and too distracted by this point to bother with defence. Another one-two combination smack into her nostrils, and what’s this?? Suddenly, Camila is wobbly as she takes a couple of steps backwards. Roberts eager to press her sudden advantage as she stalks her forward, more cautious, straight hands hitting the nose and lips, before sending Camila DOWN to one knee!
Referee quickly covers her up to prevent Emma from rushing in to flail at her some more! A remarkable knockdown for Emma in the final few seconds there, but then again we weren’t surprised, not with her putting on an excellent show of technicality! Mendes breathing hard on the floor as she takes the opportunity to catch her breath, her reddened nose showing signs of the abuse suffered so far. She manages to recover by the count of 8, but not at all content with being TOO embarrassed just yet, and the round ends before Emma can press her advantage.
ROUND 5:
Now these two ladies are really even after scoring one knockdown apiece. They play it cautious again early on, with Camila reevaluating her strategy by circling and jabbing, whereas Emma still easily spooked at the sight of any incoming punches, scooting back each time and weaving side-to-side overly necessarily. Camila still thinks that Emma is weak and in the dog-house here, especially when her defensive tactics hint that she’s hurt and trying to run from her. Mendes therefore storming forward in the second minute, succeeding in banging a rough one-two hook into the sides. Emma gasping as those body shots rocked her, but she herself managed to score a return hook into Mendes’ face when she wasn’t paying attention, sending her reeling back from the pure shock. Arguably having done more damage, Emma decides to keep the pressure on, stalking Mendes backwards with more jab-jab-hook combos that are aimed at the head. Camila still stubbornly targeting her body as she tries to dissuade Roberts’ advance, but no dice. Camila wilting under the pressure of the repeated swings into her side, Emma’s speed and accuracy here underestimated before to other girls’ detriment. Camila eating another hook to the side of the head, before a swing in the opposite direction CATCHES her flush on the cheek – and that does it! She’s sent sprawling onto her side! ANOTHER knockdown for Emma’s corner!!! but this time it’s not looking good for the brunette! Camila looking perplexed, unsure where she is or what just happened…the referee orders Emma to back off to a neutral corner and begins the count, but honestly, it doesn’t seem like Camila is going anywhere…the bigger brunette makes a groggy attempt at crawling towards the ropes but she’s way too slow….8…..9….10!!! It’s over!!! Camila can’t make it in time and Roberts with a HUGE grin on her face and her hands up high as she takes a very dangerous opponent down and proves she just did what Lavigne could not!
Official Decision: Emma Roberts defeats Camila Mendes via KO5!
AFTER:
I think even the crowd can’t believe it’s over so soon! Could this be the same Mendes who put away Avril Lavigne so convincingly? What the hell is going on here?! But Emma’s relief is quickly fading into that cocky smile, as if the answer was 100% obvious from the very beginning that she would win this one.
For the most part, Emma at least distinguishing herself from Avril’s own post-fight antics... but hell, not for very long. After she’s done parading around the four corners of the ring, she quickly unlaces and throws her gloves into one corner, before storming over to Camila and viciously pulling her back up to her knees by the hair.
Camila groaning as her fluttering face is pressed into her steaming body. “Get the f*ck away from me!” she utters, trying to push Roebrts away before getting SLAPPED hard on the cheek and taunted from above.
"Behave b*tch!......And DON’T mess with me again, got it ?! Stick to beating overweight sluts like Avril. You’re not in my f*cking league Mendes." Emma hisses before shoving the bigger brunette back down to the ground and delivering a couple of angry stomps into her midsection as Camila groans.
Finally satisfied with her work, Roberts then faces one of the cameras, screaming into it: "I hope you're watching, Av! This is the girl who beat your fat ass! Look where she is now…under my f*cking foot!"
With hands on her hips and a final evil grin, Emma plants her boot down onto Camila's hip, keeping her pinned to the canvas like a trophy kill as she takes a final victory pose over her defeated opponent to loud cheers from her fans in the arena.
Seems like the beef between these two Dolls is anything but over, and poor Camila feels more like a piece of meat being torn between two lionesses here. Will Roberts manage to steal the Dollhouse’s crown away from Queen Lavigne in 2019? Who knows, but seems like she’s certainly going to try!