9. Lily Collins vs Emma Watson III (Flyweight Title)
Dec 14, 2019 15:59:36 GMT -6
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Post by caspian on Dec 14, 2019 15:59:36 GMT -6
9. Lily Collins vs Emma Watson III (Flyweight Title)
Lily:
(29, 5’5, 112, 26:6 FCBA, VIXENs)
Emma:
(28, 5’6, 28:22 FCBA, VIXENs)
BEFORE:
“I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time,” Lily smirks as her dark eyelashes go up and to the side. “Emma getting to be Flyweight champion before me was a travesty in its own right, but at least tonight, I get to take the belt off her broken body, before I do the same with Olivia Holt and the AMD title come January next year.”
“You’ve always been overconfident, Lily,” Emma replies from across the table. “That’s your downfall. You beat me once before. And? I’m the champion and you’re not. I’m holding onto the belt and you’re holding on to nothing. I don’t plan on losing this belt any time soon, and least of all to you.”
Girls surprisingly civil when they meet face-to-face at the podium, despite the earlier, cutting remarks. Steady glares into each other’s eyes and no more words to be bantered both ways as they pose for the cameras with hands firm on hips. They’re taking this rubber match seriously and so are we!
Later, in the ring, girls make final preparations in their corners. Lily dressed in a loose white cut blouse for her top, black bikini tights for bottom as she stretches in red gloves, shows off her toned tummy in one corner. In the other, Steve Boyd giving Watson some last minute advice, the Harry Potter starlet looking stunning in a red sports bra and white bikini briefs, black gloves on either hand With this Vixen-on-Vixen main event for the Flyweight title, what can possibly go wrong?
ROUND 1:
Both girls initiate the action once they get in range, immediately sticking gloves into pretty British faces as they exchange early, mutual fire. Whoever said the Brits were too polite for their own good haven’t met these two hellions, even normally sweet Emma Watson transforming into an all-out, snarling animal as she takes a couple of jabs to her face before dishing it out twice-fold, using every opportunity to ram punches back into Lily’s shocked expression. Collins, despite her rage and coming off a previous win over the hated Vanessa Hudgens, starts this fight with her foot firm on the gas pedal, but finding equal resistance in her counterpart as the two ladies take turns pushing each other back, only to snarl and clash right into each other again, shooting punches straight into the face until the bell finally rings. If Lily was expecting Watson to go down as easily as last time, she’s in for a rude awakening as we give the champ her due credit this round.
ROUND 2:
Collins with a growl of her own as she turns up her own intensity - if anything, she pushes back with even more aggression, matching Emma’s punches blow-for-blow rather than turn tail and retreat. Opening seconds sees a continuation of punches that land on the nose and lips, back and forth from both girls, but Lily ends her own combination with a wild smack into Emma’s cheek, making the champ grimace and back away. Collins giving chase, continue to pour in the abuse as she targets Emma’s raised arms then goes after her body as one lovely lady finally gives up ground. Watson struggling to keep Lily off her, can only groan as her body’s poked and prodded, swiped at, until both ladies end up in each other’s arms on the ropes, twisting, turning and taking turns smothering each other down into the ropes, and Collins ending up on the short end of the stick when the taller champ pins her down and bangs short fists into the side of her face. The bell finally rings and Collins shouts out “f*cking fight me, b*tch!” as the referee pulls a grinning Emma off her - Collins still takes the round wide but ends it off by being on the receiving end of abuse.
ROUND 3:
Emma back to fighting like her usual, defensive self, retreating as Lily roars forward once more, hoping to punish the champ for her insolence. Early action has both women scoring shots into the face, but gradually, Emma starts taking control by weaving back and out of the way of Lily’s jabs, then shocking her to the cheek with sneaky returns when Lily ain’t looking. Collins recently defeated a mutual enemy in Hudgens, but fighting a different beast here as Watson meets her aggression with smart counter-attacking instead. She finds out the hard way that she can’t fight fire with fire if your opponent is moving like the wind, Watson’s grin growing by the minute as she evades her blunt attacks and then squares Lily away with stiff shots into her lips and body. Lily grunts as another late-round flurry to the body catches her hard, Emma circling back out of range before she can retaliate. Not that Collins is in much of a mood to chase after her, another painful groan as she stays back, cradling her midsection as the bell ends in the champ’s favour.
ROUND 4:
Collins staying back and circling, tries her hand at some jabbing of her own as the round starts off much slower than usual. Emma still fresh as she tests the waters with more and more jabs to the head, but mostly landing on Lily’s arms. Lily biding her time, absorbing the punishment and pushed backwards, before surprising Emma with sudden lightning shots that scream inwards to her face, threaten to throw the champ clean off her feet as well. Lily not landing everything but it’s just enough to catch an overconfident Watson smack on the cheek in the middle minute, with Emma growing complacent herself in recent fights and thinking herself invulnerable. Lily LEAPS in at the slightest hint of success, back to peppering her guard with punches even as Emma goes back into retreat mode. Lily taking whatever success she can, slams shots into her foe’s tummy before landing a dull hook on her midsection, before Watson scatters away looking winded. Before Lily can roar in after, the bell rings, giving Emma a much needed breather and time to reevaluate her strategy going forward.
ROUND 5:
We have both these ladies fighting in their prime, not running of breath just yet as they seek that elusive knockdown. Emma back to playing defensive, but Lily recognising her hovering pattern, keeps her own distance as the two Brits trade blows from afar with little attempt to close the distance in the first minute. Emma still trying her hand at counter-punching, now more vulnerable to Lily’s devious feint-tactics, who pulls a right hand back before she slams a left straight into Emma’s cheek, as the British Harry Potter starlet moves to block the other way. Lily gaining ground this way, all of a sudden pushing Emma backwards, looking dazed as another flurry is sent clean into her nose. Emma hiding her face but exposing her body, and Collins slams more fists puh puh puh into the tummy, trying to get the groaning girl to either lower her arms or drive her back into the ropes for revenge. Emma choosing the latter, suddenly in a worst predicament as her body’s ROCKED left and right by Lily’s large, swarthy hooks, the challenger smelling blood as she wails on the champion with a series of uppercut swings SNAPPED into the base of her guard, grazing the bottom of the chin as Emma gets STACKED up when a third swing lands hard! OUCH!! The champ CRUMPLES, back sliding down the ropes as her arms hover over her glassy eyes! KNOCKDOWN for Lily Collins as she puts Watson DOWN before the halfway mark!!
Emma groaning, shaking her head and trying to rise back up, save herself from further humiliation of losing the straps in just her second title defense, and to a hated rival from her own stable, no less. Lily catching her breath in neutral corner, a wide smirk on her lips as she assumes the rest of the fight is going to go the same way of their previous encounter, when she officially welcomed Watson to the stable with an eighth round knockout. But Watson getting back to her feet by the count of 8, shaky but otherwise setting her eyes firm on Collins for a possible comeback.
ROUND 6:
Lily CHARGES!! Brunette spitfire POURS into Watson, thinking it’s now or never! She punishes Emma for getting up to her feet, lands more thudding blows on her body and ribs, trying again to break the guard in half with wide hooks. But Emma not about to give up her chin so easily like last time, yes, takes quite a bit of punishment as her body shivers from the abuse, but otherwise manages to stay out of danger by scooting away and keeping her back from the ropes or corners. The champ’s arms are locked firm over her face, exposing her tummy to Lily’s jabs and even some chest-pumping action when Collins gets frustrated and takes whatever targets she can. Last minute has both ladies panting hard at opposite corners, with Lily doing her best to knock her down for the count and Watson doing everything in her power to stay afloat. Lily takes the round via shutout but it’s still seen as a moral victory for the champ, but manages to survive the onslaught.
ROUND 7:
Lily moving forward a whole lot slowly this time, but otherwise SPRINGS at Emma once her face gets into range. She fires a left-right combo into Emma’s guard, winds up another hook to blast into her face, only to EAT a return cross hand from Emma, who took the blows and then dished out with lightning precision, SLAMS a leather glove into Lily’s nose and draws a sharp gurgle and grunt. Collins flailing wildly, still trying to score back with wild swings, but Emma’s swerving to the side fast, buries her own fist into the tummy, then bashes another and another one into pale belly , relishing the loud HOOUFS of air shot out from Lily’s lungs. Collins now the one initiating the clinch, arms grabbing at Watson’s waist and chest as the two girls wrestle and shove fists into each other’s face, batter them off the sides, grunting as the referee finally separates. Watson jumps right back in to finish her foe off, but Lily DUCKS under at the last moment and BASHES her face in with a return hook, a return shockwave sent through Watson’s body as she goes stumbling back! OUCH!! Girls are certainly enjoying inflicting punishment on each other, taking turns pushing the other girl back to square one! Round ends in a draw, Lily and Emma reset at far corners of the ring, both breathing hard and wondering where they go from here!
ROUND 8:
Outcome of this fight is still up in the air but we’re secretly glad we’ve saved the best fight for last as we enter the final quarter of ten rounds! Girls stumble forward, arms a whole lot looser and legs looking flimsy as they exchange the first stiff blows to the face, both landing some stunners on the nose or shoved hard into lips, any follow-up hooks swung too slow as they either duck under and spank their opponent’s tummy, mashing gloves into fabric just below the waistline, then cover up and retreat from any return abuse. Rinse and repeat for either girl, slowly realising they’ve become more than equal matches for one another in terms of skill, power and speed. Emma still managing to edge out a lead with her experience in counter-fighting, just a little more effort spent evading Lily’s wild hooks with a weave of her torso, Collins’ gloves swishing in front of her face as she swipes a hard hook back across Lily’s cheek at the end of the round, sending her stumbling to the side in shock. But the bell rings before the champ can jump in to finish her off, leaving Lily with open-mouthed on the ropes, both arms swung over the top rope and sucking in deep swaths of air.
ROUND 9:
Ultimately, it’s gonna come down to the wire in terms of one woman edging the other out - will it be Lily’s tenacity and aggression or Emma’s strong defensive instincts? First minute sees another back and forward dance, with Lily taking testing forays into enemy territory as she fires jab-jab-hook combinations into Emma’s guard, probing the body on occasion for the best way to sack the champion’s castle for good. Watson doing her best to focus from behind closed arms, breathing hard as she backs away at the slightest provocation, grunting when Lily’s shoots in jabs on her body or rocks her arms. The champ’s patience finally pays off, however, as she’s pushed back a third time, on the receiving end of another blitz attack from Collins, who bangs another hook off Emma’s tummy. Emma folded over, eyes wide with shock and pain, and Collins decides to push her advantage, jumps in swinging! But Watson recovering fast, bent forward and choosing to BARREL forward into Collins, a hook of her own spanked into the Brit’s ribs, which stops Lily in her tracks with a loud HNNGGH!! Collins stunned, bent over herself, the two women folded over in each other’s arms, holding each other with one glove on the shoulder, mutual agreement to fold each other over with their free hands shocking into the body, before Emma breaks the stalemate, SMASHES Lily on the jaw with an upwards swing!! UGHH! Collins flying backwards, CRASHES down onto her back with her arms and legs spreadeagled, rivulets of pain etched onto her face as the champ scores her own KNOCKDOWN! Referee starts the count but Lily’s barely moving off her back, arms helpless above her head as she tries to paw at the ropes but finding no strength left in her body! The ref hits the count of 10 and waves er chances off!! It’s OVER!!
Official Decision: Emma Watson defeats Lily Collins via KO9! Emma Watson is STILL the Flyweight Champion!
AFTER:
What a war! No one doubts these two fighters are both deserving of the Flyweight belt, but at the end of the day, only one girl can hoist the straps up to the assembled crowds. Emma Watson breaking down into tears of joy as she’s handed her belt by the referee after putting away another deadly opponent and rival in Lily Collins.
Collins unfortunately falters yet again in her hunt for the gold, whether it’s body-hunting Hudgens for her AMD title, chasing the belt when Michelle Williams was wearing it, or at present, doing her best to put down a fellow stablemate. She gets another chance in January to take the AMD title off Odds and Ends’ Olivia Holt, but for now, she’s left completely knocked out cold by the ropes, the medics kneeling by her side and checking on her reddened, puffy cheeks.
Emma striding over to her after her brief celebration in corner, her deadly eyes circling as she wonders just how she should cement her victory in the mind of her former rival, drive it deep into Lily’s consciousness now that the tables have been turned and she’s the one lying knocked out at her feet.
“Let’s get you up, you little wanker,” Emma cooing, tugging on two fistfuls of Lily’s hair as she pulls the groaning woman up to her knees.
Lily’s eyelids fluttering, lips grazing the champ’s sweat-slicked, pulsing tummy as Emma forces her head upwards into her glinting eyes.
“Good luck for your fight against Holt next month, Lily dear. Heaven knows you’ll need it after tonight’s debacle. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even take that belt off of you one day.”
Lily slowly coming to her senses, lips twisting in disgust as she struggles to get free, twist her face from offensive flesh. “Get OFF me, you bloody-HGHHNGG!”
“Tut tut, Collins. You don’t get to curse at me. Not tonight. Not ever again,” Emma purrs, back-handing her rival across the mouth. “You’re gonna stay here as long as I want you to.”
Closing shot of the night: Lily Collins’ face nestled on offensive tummy, her helpless hands clamped and clawing at Emma’s thighs as the champion raises a hand to soak in the cheers, a grin flashed for the rapid cameras as Emma’s reign continues for now!
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Lily:
(29, 5’5, 112, 26:6 FCBA, VIXENs)
Emma:
(28, 5’6, 28:22 FCBA, VIXENs)
BEFORE:
“I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time,” Lily smirks as her dark eyelashes go up and to the side. “Emma getting to be Flyweight champion before me was a travesty in its own right, but at least tonight, I get to take the belt off her broken body, before I do the same with Olivia Holt and the AMD title come January next year.”
“You’ve always been overconfident, Lily,” Emma replies from across the table. “That’s your downfall. You beat me once before. And? I’m the champion and you’re not. I’m holding onto the belt and you’re holding on to nothing. I don’t plan on losing this belt any time soon, and least of all to you.”
Girls surprisingly civil when they meet face-to-face at the podium, despite the earlier, cutting remarks. Steady glares into each other’s eyes and no more words to be bantered both ways as they pose for the cameras with hands firm on hips. They’re taking this rubber match seriously and so are we!
Later, in the ring, girls make final preparations in their corners. Lily dressed in a loose white cut blouse for her top, black bikini tights for bottom as she stretches in red gloves, shows off her toned tummy in one corner. In the other, Steve Boyd giving Watson some last minute advice, the Harry Potter starlet looking stunning in a red sports bra and white bikini briefs, black gloves on either hand With this Vixen-on-Vixen main event for the Flyweight title, what can possibly go wrong?
ROUND 1:
Both girls initiate the action once they get in range, immediately sticking gloves into pretty British faces as they exchange early, mutual fire. Whoever said the Brits were too polite for their own good haven’t met these two hellions, even normally sweet Emma Watson transforming into an all-out, snarling animal as she takes a couple of jabs to her face before dishing it out twice-fold, using every opportunity to ram punches back into Lily’s shocked expression. Collins, despite her rage and coming off a previous win over the hated Vanessa Hudgens, starts this fight with her foot firm on the gas pedal, but finding equal resistance in her counterpart as the two ladies take turns pushing each other back, only to snarl and clash right into each other again, shooting punches straight into the face until the bell finally rings. If Lily was expecting Watson to go down as easily as last time, she’s in for a rude awakening as we give the champ her due credit this round.
ROUND 2:
Collins with a growl of her own as she turns up her own intensity - if anything, she pushes back with even more aggression, matching Emma’s punches blow-for-blow rather than turn tail and retreat. Opening seconds sees a continuation of punches that land on the nose and lips, back and forth from both girls, but Lily ends her own combination with a wild smack into Emma’s cheek, making the champ grimace and back away. Collins giving chase, continue to pour in the abuse as she targets Emma’s raised arms then goes after her body as one lovely lady finally gives up ground. Watson struggling to keep Lily off her, can only groan as her body’s poked and prodded, swiped at, until both ladies end up in each other’s arms on the ropes, twisting, turning and taking turns smothering each other down into the ropes, and Collins ending up on the short end of the stick when the taller champ pins her down and bangs short fists into the side of her face. The bell finally rings and Collins shouts out “f*cking fight me, b*tch!” as the referee pulls a grinning Emma off her - Collins still takes the round wide but ends it off by being on the receiving end of abuse.
ROUND 3:
Emma back to fighting like her usual, defensive self, retreating as Lily roars forward once more, hoping to punish the champ for her insolence. Early action has both women scoring shots into the face, but gradually, Emma starts taking control by weaving back and out of the way of Lily’s jabs, then shocking her to the cheek with sneaky returns when Lily ain’t looking. Collins recently defeated a mutual enemy in Hudgens, but fighting a different beast here as Watson meets her aggression with smart counter-attacking instead. She finds out the hard way that she can’t fight fire with fire if your opponent is moving like the wind, Watson’s grin growing by the minute as she evades her blunt attacks and then squares Lily away with stiff shots into her lips and body. Lily grunts as another late-round flurry to the body catches her hard, Emma circling back out of range before she can retaliate. Not that Collins is in much of a mood to chase after her, another painful groan as she stays back, cradling her midsection as the bell ends in the champ’s favour.
ROUND 4:
Collins staying back and circling, tries her hand at some jabbing of her own as the round starts off much slower than usual. Emma still fresh as she tests the waters with more and more jabs to the head, but mostly landing on Lily’s arms. Lily biding her time, absorbing the punishment and pushed backwards, before surprising Emma with sudden lightning shots that scream inwards to her face, threaten to throw the champ clean off her feet as well. Lily not landing everything but it’s just enough to catch an overconfident Watson smack on the cheek in the middle minute, with Emma growing complacent herself in recent fights and thinking herself invulnerable. Lily LEAPS in at the slightest hint of success, back to peppering her guard with punches even as Emma goes back into retreat mode. Lily taking whatever success she can, slams shots into her foe’s tummy before landing a dull hook on her midsection, before Watson scatters away looking winded. Before Lily can roar in after, the bell rings, giving Emma a much needed breather and time to reevaluate her strategy going forward.
ROUND 5:
We have both these ladies fighting in their prime, not running of breath just yet as they seek that elusive knockdown. Emma back to playing defensive, but Lily recognising her hovering pattern, keeps her own distance as the two Brits trade blows from afar with little attempt to close the distance in the first minute. Emma still trying her hand at counter-punching, now more vulnerable to Lily’s devious feint-tactics, who pulls a right hand back before she slams a left straight into Emma’s cheek, as the British Harry Potter starlet moves to block the other way. Lily gaining ground this way, all of a sudden pushing Emma backwards, looking dazed as another flurry is sent clean into her nose. Emma hiding her face but exposing her body, and Collins slams more fists puh puh puh into the tummy, trying to get the groaning girl to either lower her arms or drive her back into the ropes for revenge. Emma choosing the latter, suddenly in a worst predicament as her body’s ROCKED left and right by Lily’s large, swarthy hooks, the challenger smelling blood as she wails on the champion with a series of uppercut swings SNAPPED into the base of her guard, grazing the bottom of the chin as Emma gets STACKED up when a third swing lands hard! OUCH!! The champ CRUMPLES, back sliding down the ropes as her arms hover over her glassy eyes! KNOCKDOWN for Lily Collins as she puts Watson DOWN before the halfway mark!!
Emma groaning, shaking her head and trying to rise back up, save herself from further humiliation of losing the straps in just her second title defense, and to a hated rival from her own stable, no less. Lily catching her breath in neutral corner, a wide smirk on her lips as she assumes the rest of the fight is going to go the same way of their previous encounter, when she officially welcomed Watson to the stable with an eighth round knockout. But Watson getting back to her feet by the count of 8, shaky but otherwise setting her eyes firm on Collins for a possible comeback.
ROUND 6:
Lily CHARGES!! Brunette spitfire POURS into Watson, thinking it’s now or never! She punishes Emma for getting up to her feet, lands more thudding blows on her body and ribs, trying again to break the guard in half with wide hooks. But Emma not about to give up her chin so easily like last time, yes, takes quite a bit of punishment as her body shivers from the abuse, but otherwise manages to stay out of danger by scooting away and keeping her back from the ropes or corners. The champ’s arms are locked firm over her face, exposing her tummy to Lily’s jabs and even some chest-pumping action when Collins gets frustrated and takes whatever targets she can. Last minute has both ladies panting hard at opposite corners, with Lily doing her best to knock her down for the count and Watson doing everything in her power to stay afloat. Lily takes the round via shutout but it’s still seen as a moral victory for the champ, but manages to survive the onslaught.
ROUND 7:
Lily moving forward a whole lot slowly this time, but otherwise SPRINGS at Emma once her face gets into range. She fires a left-right combo into Emma’s guard, winds up another hook to blast into her face, only to EAT a return cross hand from Emma, who took the blows and then dished out with lightning precision, SLAMS a leather glove into Lily’s nose and draws a sharp gurgle and grunt. Collins flailing wildly, still trying to score back with wild swings, but Emma’s swerving to the side fast, buries her own fist into the tummy, then bashes another and another one into pale belly , relishing the loud HOOUFS of air shot out from Lily’s lungs. Collins now the one initiating the clinch, arms grabbing at Watson’s waist and chest as the two girls wrestle and shove fists into each other’s face, batter them off the sides, grunting as the referee finally separates. Watson jumps right back in to finish her foe off, but Lily DUCKS under at the last moment and BASHES her face in with a return hook, a return shockwave sent through Watson’s body as she goes stumbling back! OUCH!! Girls are certainly enjoying inflicting punishment on each other, taking turns pushing the other girl back to square one! Round ends in a draw, Lily and Emma reset at far corners of the ring, both breathing hard and wondering where they go from here!
ROUND 8:
Outcome of this fight is still up in the air but we’re secretly glad we’ve saved the best fight for last as we enter the final quarter of ten rounds! Girls stumble forward, arms a whole lot looser and legs looking flimsy as they exchange the first stiff blows to the face, both landing some stunners on the nose or shoved hard into lips, any follow-up hooks swung too slow as they either duck under and spank their opponent’s tummy, mashing gloves into fabric just below the waistline, then cover up and retreat from any return abuse. Rinse and repeat for either girl, slowly realising they’ve become more than equal matches for one another in terms of skill, power and speed. Emma still managing to edge out a lead with her experience in counter-fighting, just a little more effort spent evading Lily’s wild hooks with a weave of her torso, Collins’ gloves swishing in front of her face as she swipes a hard hook back across Lily’s cheek at the end of the round, sending her stumbling to the side in shock. But the bell rings before the champ can jump in to finish her off, leaving Lily with open-mouthed on the ropes, both arms swung over the top rope and sucking in deep swaths of air.
ROUND 9:
Ultimately, it’s gonna come down to the wire in terms of one woman edging the other out - will it be Lily’s tenacity and aggression or Emma’s strong defensive instincts? First minute sees another back and forward dance, with Lily taking testing forays into enemy territory as she fires jab-jab-hook combinations into Emma’s guard, probing the body on occasion for the best way to sack the champion’s castle for good. Watson doing her best to focus from behind closed arms, breathing hard as she backs away at the slightest provocation, grunting when Lily’s shoots in jabs on her body or rocks her arms. The champ’s patience finally pays off, however, as she’s pushed back a third time, on the receiving end of another blitz attack from Collins, who bangs another hook off Emma’s tummy. Emma folded over, eyes wide with shock and pain, and Collins decides to push her advantage, jumps in swinging! But Watson recovering fast, bent forward and choosing to BARREL forward into Collins, a hook of her own spanked into the Brit’s ribs, which stops Lily in her tracks with a loud HNNGGH!! Collins stunned, bent over herself, the two women folded over in each other’s arms, holding each other with one glove on the shoulder, mutual agreement to fold each other over with their free hands shocking into the body, before Emma breaks the stalemate, SMASHES Lily on the jaw with an upwards swing!! UGHH! Collins flying backwards, CRASHES down onto her back with her arms and legs spreadeagled, rivulets of pain etched onto her face as the champ scores her own KNOCKDOWN! Referee starts the count but Lily’s barely moving off her back, arms helpless above her head as she tries to paw at the ropes but finding no strength left in her body! The ref hits the count of 10 and waves er chances off!! It’s OVER!!
Official Decision: Emma Watson defeats Lily Collins via KO9! Emma Watson is STILL the Flyweight Champion!
AFTER:
What a war! No one doubts these two fighters are both deserving of the Flyweight belt, but at the end of the day, only one girl can hoist the straps up to the assembled crowds. Emma Watson breaking down into tears of joy as she’s handed her belt by the referee after putting away another deadly opponent and rival in Lily Collins.
Collins unfortunately falters yet again in her hunt for the gold, whether it’s body-hunting Hudgens for her AMD title, chasing the belt when Michelle Williams was wearing it, or at present, doing her best to put down a fellow stablemate. She gets another chance in January to take the AMD title off Odds and Ends’ Olivia Holt, but for now, she’s left completely knocked out cold by the ropes, the medics kneeling by her side and checking on her reddened, puffy cheeks.
Emma striding over to her after her brief celebration in corner, her deadly eyes circling as she wonders just how she should cement her victory in the mind of her former rival, drive it deep into Lily’s consciousness now that the tables have been turned and she’s the one lying knocked out at her feet.
“Let’s get you up, you little wanker,” Emma cooing, tugging on two fistfuls of Lily’s hair as she pulls the groaning woman up to her knees.
Lily’s eyelids fluttering, lips grazing the champ’s sweat-slicked, pulsing tummy as Emma forces her head upwards into her glinting eyes.
“Good luck for your fight against Holt next month, Lily dear. Heaven knows you’ll need it after tonight’s debacle. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even take that belt off of you one day.”
Lily slowly coming to her senses, lips twisting in disgust as she struggles to get free, twist her face from offensive flesh. “Get OFF me, you bloody-HGHHNGG!”
“Tut tut, Collins. You don’t get to curse at me. Not tonight. Not ever again,” Emma purrs, back-handing her rival across the mouth. “You’re gonna stay here as long as I want you to.”
Closing shot of the night: Lily Collins’ face nestled on offensive tummy, her helpless hands clamped and clawing at Emma’s thighs as the champion raises a hand to soak in the cheers, a grin flashed for the rapid cameras as Emma’s reign continues for now!
Thank you all for spending our Birthday Bash with us! We hope you’ll join us again next year! Good night!
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