Post by Lookout! Boxing on Dec 30, 2016 16:31:03 GMT -6
Dec PPV: Cheryl Cole (Lioness Club of America) vs Lily Collins (VIXENs)
Cheryl:
Lily:
Before: The last thing Cheryl Cole remembers is waking up in her underwear, sprawled on her carpeted bedroom floor, the familiar, hated giggles wafting in from a distance, and then the sound of a door slamming. As her bruised body shivered and stirred, she vowed revenge on Lily Collins who had moments before entered her apartment and humiliated her in front if her ex-husband.
Lily, for the most part, relished the opportunity to humiliate Cheryl once more - this time in the ring proper. At the pre-fight press conference, tension in the air as they take turns trading barbs at each other from across the room.
“I must say, Cherrzzz, why did you leave your husband? He’s dynamite in bed.” Lily smirks into Cheryl’s face as she initiates the mind games from across the table.
“Why don't you go f- yourself, Lily?” Cheryl retorts, huffing into the mic. “I’ll admit - you laid me out on a warm, soft carpet last time. But I’m gonna floor you on the cold, hard canvas today.”
Lily lets out a short laugh. “Funny you should mention our last encounter. Shall we remind the folks here of what transpired that night?” Lily turns to the media crew by the side (who look incredibly intimidated) and shouts: “ROLL IT.”
A video montage starts playing on all the TV screens in the room, together with the giant LCD overhead display in the background, showing a devilish-looking Lily Collins sitting on Cheryl Cole’s knocked out face, Lily slapping her repeatedly on the face, and Lily just tugging on Cheryl’s hair as she smothers her with her crotch. The images continue playing in a horrid loop, and each time, all eyes in the room watch the seated Cheryl’s face turning a brighter shade of crimson.
“Hmmm. What shall I do to you this time?” Lily coos, placing finger to her lower lip in mock-innocence.
With a scream of rage, Cheryl erupts from her chair and rushes at the young starlet. Lily lets out a surprised shriek as she’s tackled off her stage, both ladies tumbling to the ground at the feet of reporters, who delightedly let out a combined gasp and let their cameras do the talking. Chaos at the front of stage as both starlets pull hair, slap cheeks and get in some hard body shots before the officials rush in to pry both girls apart.
Understandably, no traditional stare-down after, both girls already having made their intentions known. They enter the arena again moments later, fresh scratch and slap marks still visible on skin, but both look ready to rumble. Lily is dressed in a maroon-coloured bikini top and bottom, sporting black gloves. Cheryl looking equally if not more stunning in a whites sports bra, black thong, red gloves.
Referee asks if both fighters are ready and they both simply growl at each other. There’s the sound of the bell and we’re off!
Round 1:
Both girls spring out of corners and make beeline for each other, eager to make good on their threats. Cheryl, looking especially pissed off from the highlight reel of ‘Lily’s Greatest Hits’, begins exchange with a flurry of jabs to Lily’s head, but they're mostly dealt with comfortably. Lily, too, looking like wanting to piss Cheryl off even more, also lets her fists fly, pecking at unprotected tummy. Both girls suddenly decide to wade in at same time - and boy do the fists FLY! Both letting their emotions control the fight, swinging at each other’s heads and bodies with wild punches. Cheryl, however, throwing bigger bombs, hurting Lily’s face with some painful shots. Lily slowly realizing her shots to tummy and chest not really having much results (just LOOK at Cheryl’s toned midsection!), gets decked in the face again by Cole. Wisely decides to retreat to brawl another day, allowing Cheryl to take a slight lead this round at the bell.
Round 2:
Cheryl relentless in attack - bell rings and a rush forward like a bull, letting out a hate-filled scream for good measure. Lily hesitates for split second - BIG BLOWS slam into her guard, battering the Brit as she’s forced to retreat around the ring. Lily in trouble - Cheryl’s jab potent in her cheek, decides to rush in, clinch, pound on a surprised Cheryl’s body from the side, drawing deep grunts. Cheryl trying to shove her off with a growl, succeeds, ducks under a WIDE right hook by Lily, comes up from underneath and PUNTS the younger Brit right on the chin! What a surprise uppercut that came out of nowhere!! Lily’s head snaps backwards as she’s forced to retreat once again, luckily still conscious to bring guard up, not before eating a jab-jab to her nose and cheek again. Cheryl clearly enjoying the roar of the crowd at the bell and seeing Collins’ deep scowl as she rubs her reddening cheeks at the bell. Cheryl looking very confident now in taking two rounds in a row.
Round 3:
Lily nodding at VIXENs Head Trainer Steve Boyd’s furious whispering in her ear - seems a change in strategy is in order. Bell sounds - Cheryl pounds both gloves together, charges in for the third time now with incredible stamina. Lily anticipating the rush this time, is quicker to get out of the way, using those long legs of hers to sidestep the charging brunette and sting her with jabs to the side of her head. Cheryl grimacing, frustration building at inability to catch Lily with wide hooks. Lily continues this dancing for minute-and-a-half, getting in good shots at Cheryl’s cheek, body. Cheryl fuming, but clearly getting tired, bellows, “COME ON, YOU LITTLE BYTCH. I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO-- UGGGHH--” Before she can finish, Lily takes giant leap forward and SLAMS a right cross into her nose! Cheryl gasping, throws up a hasty guard to block suddenly powerful right hands from Lily. Thankfully bell rings soon after - but Cheryl almost driven to ropes, eating several shots to the tummy on the way over. Lily smirking as sees her rival panting heavily, slouched over. “I’m not just here to fight you, Cherrzzz. I’m here to destroy you.” Response on Cheryl’s face as though she’s ready to pounce forward once again, but referee jumps in between both girls and forces them back to corners.
Round 4:
Fire rekindled in Cheryl’s eyes (or perhaps just pure rage) as the older Brit finds her reserve and charges forward for the fourth time! And poor Lily finds out the hard way: too late to evade, gets hammered on her cheek by a strong jab, then body pounded on with short hooks as Cheryl expertly exploits Lily’s poor defence. Lily still bravely defiant, with a loud growl slams both fists into her opponent’s jugs, drawing a sharp huurrk from Cheryl, then another short uppercut whips Cheryl’s head backwards as Lily fights back!! But Cheryl also refuses to retreat! Plants feet firm in ground and SWIVELS Lily’s head with a beautiful right hook, sending her to the ropes!! Lily stunned by counter-blow, trying to hold on in last minute of round as Cheryl gets in too close, uses elbows to prod chest upwards, then red gloves just chalking upwards into Lily’s body! Lily gawking as blow after blow lands on her abs, clinches at last moment. Bell sounds, but Cheryl still defiant, sends final fist crashing upwards into Lily’s chin! Crowd roars as frustration and animosity clearly evident between both girls. VIXENs corner goes “WTF REF!” but damage is done. Lily goes urrrk but surprisingly STILL refuses to go down, hangs onto the ropes for life support. Overworked ref has to jump in between both fighters yet again, but not before Cheryl gets in a taunt, propping up her rival’s chin with her glove and hissing, “Who’s destroying who now, b*tch??” Lily gulps in precious air in response, has to be helped back to corner once Cheryl is herded back to hers.
Round 5:
Poor Lily! Seems like the young Brit has really beaten off more than she can chew with that mouth of hers - continues having trouble dealing with Cheryl’s offense. Though both girls clearly tiring, Lily backpedalling a bit too slowly, damage showing from previous round, allowing Cheryl to chase and catch her with more stiff blows to the cheek. Cheryl hungry as ever, but panting harder than before as she’s almost gassed out, fires huge hooks at Lily’s forearms and occasionally bunching up hated tummy with low blows. Mid-round, Lily already looks ready to go down with a final decisive blow, but out of corner of eye, finally registers her corner screaming for her to “CLINCH!! CLINCHHH!!” And so Lily sloppily parries a BIG right hook from Cheryl, who’s momentarily stunned from force of her punch stopping abruptly mid-air - Cheryl goes HUHHGG as Lily wades in and SNAPS her head back with a wicked right uppercut!! Cole still seeing stars as body flies backwards, but Lily grabs onto shoulder with left hand, with right hand pounding ONE, TWO, THREE, slamming glove into tummy, chest and chin, final blow WHOOSHING Cheryl off her feet and landing with a loud THUD on canvas!! KNOCKDOWN Lily!!
Crowd lets out a roar of both approval and dismay as referee starts the count.
1...2… Cheryl rolling over onto her belly, pawing at the ropes in a dazed attempt to recover!
3...4… Lily showboating to crowd, confident smile on face as she raises one glove as though she has already won.
5...6… Cheryl makes it to both knees! Two hands gripping top rope for support, eyes still closed as she grits her teeth in pain.
7...8… Lily scowls in corner as Cheryl pulls her body up with a loud grunt and makes it to both feet, wrapping her arms around the top rope as though hugging a precious baby.
Thankfully, referee calls for end of the round, depriving Lily of the opportunity to finish Cheryl off on the ropes. Strong comeback from Lily Collins as she survived first two minutes and then scored a beautiful knockdown… but can she retain her luck for another round?
Round 6:
VIX Head Trainer yet again hissing advice into Lily’s ear - what devious advice being spewed this time? Cheryl seems to predict, as once bell rings, Lily flies forward with unnatural speed, shooting punches at her head with reckless abandon. But Cheryl defending well, forearms close to face. Lily growing more and more frustrated, punching lower, batting gloves at Cheryl's tummy, but the older Brit capitalises up with undefended head, unloading serious payloads into Lily's cheeks! Collins grimacing as head battered about - concerned now as she's the one being hounded back to ropes! Cheryl smells blood, huffs as she unloads powerful straight hands intending to break Lily's guard. Lily however recalls corner advice at last moment - WEAVES right as Cheryl's fist sails past - RAMS her right hand into Cheryl's vulnerable tummy!! Cheryl lets out throttled gurgle, body folds over - Lily wades in close to clinch, left elbow needling upwards at chest, right hand chugging inwards and upwards, mashing fist into Cheryl's abs, jugs and chin! Tables suddenly turned: Cheryl now the one in trouble, arms hammering desperate at Lily's side as she tries to shove her off, but can't stop her foe's fist from jack-knifing her body forward with ruthless uppercuts to tummy. Finally pushed to ropes, Lily goes to work with both hands now, working over rapidly reddening flesh - Cheryl's mouth gaping open, lips now pressed upon brunette's shoulder. Lily huffs one last time, plunges both fists into solar plexus - Cheryl lets out low HGGGHH - her legs refuse to keep standing and her body folds in half upon itself, collapsing in a heap at Lily's feet. For second time in the fight... KNOCKDOWN LILY!!
3...4... Lily staying in standing position, shouting down abuse at rival. Cheryl curled into a ball, arms cradling tummy.
5...6... Cheryl, fighting back tears, manages to straighten up on knees, but both arms still hugging midsection. Lily continues verbal trash talk: "Thaaat's it. Get up Cherrrzzz so I can beat you down again!"
7...8... Cheryl wills herself to find one wobbly knee, but has trouble finding any support to pull herself up--
9... Cheryl Cole collapses back down to hands and knees!!
10!! It's over!! Referee calls for the bell!
Official decision: Lily Collins defeats Cheryl Cole via KO6!
After: Lily taking her time removing gloves, letting them fall to the ground on either side of Cheryl's upturned head. The Vixen bends down and helps herself to a handful of Cheryl's hair, dragging the moaning Brit up to her knees again. "Looks like you need another lesson in who's better," Lily hisses as she sends a slap into Cheryl's stunned face, and then another one to her other cheek. "Who's better, b*tch?? Say my name!" Lily screams, spitting in Cole's face. "Say it now or else-- UGGGHHH--" Lily too busy slapping Cheryl's cheek that she did not see forearm coming under and upwards in-between her thighs, slamming directly into her crotch! With a sharp shriek Lily's releases Cheryl's hair and drops down to her knees as well, her hands shooting down to protect sensitive region. Now Cheryl's turn to grab hold of brown locks, tugging with a vengeance and delivering hr own hard SLAP SLAP SLAP to Lily's face. "CHERYL COLE IS BETTER THAN YOU, LILY. AND ALWAYS WILL BE!"
Collins again has sense to clinch forward, hugging her foe close and denying Cheryl further access to her face. The girls shriek as they tumble to the canvas and wrestle for dominance, in a repeat of their pre-match ritual. Officials finally storm the ring on instructions from both stable managers to separate the hellcats, even though the crowd clearly wants them to continue with shouts of "LET THEM FIIIGHT!!" Before they are torn apart, Cheryl manages one last stinging SLAP across cheek of Lily, but Lily ignores pain and slugs bare fist into her tummy. Older brunette again doubled over with a groan, her abs still sore from the match that just ended. Then, both girls are physically pulled apart by officials, kicking and swinging, cursing and swearing further revenge. Is this the end or just the beginning of a long-standing rivalry?
Cheryl:
Lily:
Before: The last thing Cheryl Cole remembers is waking up in her underwear, sprawled on her carpeted bedroom floor, the familiar, hated giggles wafting in from a distance, and then the sound of a door slamming. As her bruised body shivered and stirred, she vowed revenge on Lily Collins who had moments before entered her apartment and humiliated her in front if her ex-husband.
Lily, for the most part, relished the opportunity to humiliate Cheryl once more - this time in the ring proper. At the pre-fight press conference, tension in the air as they take turns trading barbs at each other from across the room.
“I must say, Cherrzzz, why did you leave your husband? He’s dynamite in bed.” Lily smirks into Cheryl’s face as she initiates the mind games from across the table.
“Why don't you go f- yourself, Lily?” Cheryl retorts, huffing into the mic. “I’ll admit - you laid me out on a warm, soft carpet last time. But I’m gonna floor you on the cold, hard canvas today.”
Lily lets out a short laugh. “Funny you should mention our last encounter. Shall we remind the folks here of what transpired that night?” Lily turns to the media crew by the side (who look incredibly intimidated) and shouts: “ROLL IT.”
A video montage starts playing on all the TV screens in the room, together with the giant LCD overhead display in the background, showing a devilish-looking Lily Collins sitting on Cheryl Cole’s knocked out face, Lily slapping her repeatedly on the face, and Lily just tugging on Cheryl’s hair as she smothers her with her crotch. The images continue playing in a horrid loop, and each time, all eyes in the room watch the seated Cheryl’s face turning a brighter shade of crimson.
“Hmmm. What shall I do to you this time?” Lily coos, placing finger to her lower lip in mock-innocence.
With a scream of rage, Cheryl erupts from her chair and rushes at the young starlet. Lily lets out a surprised shriek as she’s tackled off her stage, both ladies tumbling to the ground at the feet of reporters, who delightedly let out a combined gasp and let their cameras do the talking. Chaos at the front of stage as both starlets pull hair, slap cheeks and get in some hard body shots before the officials rush in to pry both girls apart.
Understandably, no traditional stare-down after, both girls already having made their intentions known. They enter the arena again moments later, fresh scratch and slap marks still visible on skin, but both look ready to rumble. Lily is dressed in a maroon-coloured bikini top and bottom, sporting black gloves. Cheryl looking equally if not more stunning in a whites sports bra, black thong, red gloves.
Referee asks if both fighters are ready and they both simply growl at each other. There’s the sound of the bell and we’re off!
Round 1:
Both girls spring out of corners and make beeline for each other, eager to make good on their threats. Cheryl, looking especially pissed off from the highlight reel of ‘Lily’s Greatest Hits’, begins exchange with a flurry of jabs to Lily’s head, but they're mostly dealt with comfortably. Lily, too, looking like wanting to piss Cheryl off even more, also lets her fists fly, pecking at unprotected tummy. Both girls suddenly decide to wade in at same time - and boy do the fists FLY! Both letting their emotions control the fight, swinging at each other’s heads and bodies with wild punches. Cheryl, however, throwing bigger bombs, hurting Lily’s face with some painful shots. Lily slowly realizing her shots to tummy and chest not really having much results (just LOOK at Cheryl’s toned midsection!), gets decked in the face again by Cole. Wisely decides to retreat to brawl another day, allowing Cheryl to take a slight lead this round at the bell.
Round 2:
Cheryl relentless in attack - bell rings and a rush forward like a bull, letting out a hate-filled scream for good measure. Lily hesitates for split second - BIG BLOWS slam into her guard, battering the Brit as she’s forced to retreat around the ring. Lily in trouble - Cheryl’s jab potent in her cheek, decides to rush in, clinch, pound on a surprised Cheryl’s body from the side, drawing deep grunts. Cheryl trying to shove her off with a growl, succeeds, ducks under a WIDE right hook by Lily, comes up from underneath and PUNTS the younger Brit right on the chin! What a surprise uppercut that came out of nowhere!! Lily’s head snaps backwards as she’s forced to retreat once again, luckily still conscious to bring guard up, not before eating a jab-jab to her nose and cheek again. Cheryl clearly enjoying the roar of the crowd at the bell and seeing Collins’ deep scowl as she rubs her reddening cheeks at the bell. Cheryl looking very confident now in taking two rounds in a row.
Round 3:
Lily nodding at VIXENs Head Trainer Steve Boyd’s furious whispering in her ear - seems a change in strategy is in order. Bell sounds - Cheryl pounds both gloves together, charges in for the third time now with incredible stamina. Lily anticipating the rush this time, is quicker to get out of the way, using those long legs of hers to sidestep the charging brunette and sting her with jabs to the side of her head. Cheryl grimacing, frustration building at inability to catch Lily with wide hooks. Lily continues this dancing for minute-and-a-half, getting in good shots at Cheryl’s cheek, body. Cheryl fuming, but clearly getting tired, bellows, “COME ON, YOU LITTLE BYTCH. I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO-- UGGGHH--” Before she can finish, Lily takes giant leap forward and SLAMS a right cross into her nose! Cheryl gasping, throws up a hasty guard to block suddenly powerful right hands from Lily. Thankfully bell rings soon after - but Cheryl almost driven to ropes, eating several shots to the tummy on the way over. Lily smirking as sees her rival panting heavily, slouched over. “I’m not just here to fight you, Cherrzzz. I’m here to destroy you.” Response on Cheryl’s face as though she’s ready to pounce forward once again, but referee jumps in between both girls and forces them back to corners.
Round 4:
Fire rekindled in Cheryl’s eyes (or perhaps just pure rage) as the older Brit finds her reserve and charges forward for the fourth time! And poor Lily finds out the hard way: too late to evade, gets hammered on her cheek by a strong jab, then body pounded on with short hooks as Cheryl expertly exploits Lily’s poor defence. Lily still bravely defiant, with a loud growl slams both fists into her opponent’s jugs, drawing a sharp huurrk from Cheryl, then another short uppercut whips Cheryl’s head backwards as Lily fights back!! But Cheryl also refuses to retreat! Plants feet firm in ground and SWIVELS Lily’s head with a beautiful right hook, sending her to the ropes!! Lily stunned by counter-blow, trying to hold on in last minute of round as Cheryl gets in too close, uses elbows to prod chest upwards, then red gloves just chalking upwards into Lily’s body! Lily gawking as blow after blow lands on her abs, clinches at last moment. Bell sounds, but Cheryl still defiant, sends final fist crashing upwards into Lily’s chin! Crowd roars as frustration and animosity clearly evident between both girls. VIXENs corner goes “WTF REF!” but damage is done. Lily goes urrrk but surprisingly STILL refuses to go down, hangs onto the ropes for life support. Overworked ref has to jump in between both fighters yet again, but not before Cheryl gets in a taunt, propping up her rival’s chin with her glove and hissing, “Who’s destroying who now, b*tch??” Lily gulps in precious air in response, has to be helped back to corner once Cheryl is herded back to hers.
Round 5:
Poor Lily! Seems like the young Brit has really beaten off more than she can chew with that mouth of hers - continues having trouble dealing with Cheryl’s offense. Though both girls clearly tiring, Lily backpedalling a bit too slowly, damage showing from previous round, allowing Cheryl to chase and catch her with more stiff blows to the cheek. Cheryl hungry as ever, but panting harder than before as she’s almost gassed out, fires huge hooks at Lily’s forearms and occasionally bunching up hated tummy with low blows. Mid-round, Lily already looks ready to go down with a final decisive blow, but out of corner of eye, finally registers her corner screaming for her to “CLINCH!! CLINCHHH!!” And so Lily sloppily parries a BIG right hook from Cheryl, who’s momentarily stunned from force of her punch stopping abruptly mid-air - Cheryl goes HUHHGG as Lily wades in and SNAPS her head back with a wicked right uppercut!! Cole still seeing stars as body flies backwards, but Lily grabs onto shoulder with left hand, with right hand pounding ONE, TWO, THREE, slamming glove into tummy, chest and chin, final blow WHOOSHING Cheryl off her feet and landing with a loud THUD on canvas!! KNOCKDOWN Lily!!
Crowd lets out a roar of both approval and dismay as referee starts the count.
1...2… Cheryl rolling over onto her belly, pawing at the ropes in a dazed attempt to recover!
3...4… Lily showboating to crowd, confident smile on face as she raises one glove as though she has already won.
5...6… Cheryl makes it to both knees! Two hands gripping top rope for support, eyes still closed as she grits her teeth in pain.
7...8… Lily scowls in corner as Cheryl pulls her body up with a loud grunt and makes it to both feet, wrapping her arms around the top rope as though hugging a precious baby.
Thankfully, referee calls for end of the round, depriving Lily of the opportunity to finish Cheryl off on the ropes. Strong comeback from Lily Collins as she survived first two minutes and then scored a beautiful knockdown… but can she retain her luck for another round?
Round 6:
VIX Head Trainer yet again hissing advice into Lily’s ear - what devious advice being spewed this time? Cheryl seems to predict, as once bell rings, Lily flies forward with unnatural speed, shooting punches at her head with reckless abandon. But Cheryl defending well, forearms close to face. Lily growing more and more frustrated, punching lower, batting gloves at Cheryl's tummy, but the older Brit capitalises up with undefended head, unloading serious payloads into Lily's cheeks! Collins grimacing as head battered about - concerned now as she's the one being hounded back to ropes! Cheryl smells blood, huffs as she unloads powerful straight hands intending to break Lily's guard. Lily however recalls corner advice at last moment - WEAVES right as Cheryl's fist sails past - RAMS her right hand into Cheryl's vulnerable tummy!! Cheryl lets out throttled gurgle, body folds over - Lily wades in close to clinch, left elbow needling upwards at chest, right hand chugging inwards and upwards, mashing fist into Cheryl's abs, jugs and chin! Tables suddenly turned: Cheryl now the one in trouble, arms hammering desperate at Lily's side as she tries to shove her off, but can't stop her foe's fist from jack-knifing her body forward with ruthless uppercuts to tummy. Finally pushed to ropes, Lily goes to work with both hands now, working over rapidly reddening flesh - Cheryl's mouth gaping open, lips now pressed upon brunette's shoulder. Lily huffs one last time, plunges both fists into solar plexus - Cheryl lets out low HGGGHH - her legs refuse to keep standing and her body folds in half upon itself, collapsing in a heap at Lily's feet. For second time in the fight... KNOCKDOWN LILY!!
3...4... Lily staying in standing position, shouting down abuse at rival. Cheryl curled into a ball, arms cradling tummy.
5...6... Cheryl, fighting back tears, manages to straighten up on knees, but both arms still hugging midsection. Lily continues verbal trash talk: "Thaaat's it. Get up Cherrrzzz so I can beat you down again!"
7...8... Cheryl wills herself to find one wobbly knee, but has trouble finding any support to pull herself up--
9... Cheryl Cole collapses back down to hands and knees!!
10!! It's over!! Referee calls for the bell!
Official decision: Lily Collins defeats Cheryl Cole via KO6!
After: Lily taking her time removing gloves, letting them fall to the ground on either side of Cheryl's upturned head. The Vixen bends down and helps herself to a handful of Cheryl's hair, dragging the moaning Brit up to her knees again. "Looks like you need another lesson in who's better," Lily hisses as she sends a slap into Cheryl's stunned face, and then another one to her other cheek. "Who's better, b*tch?? Say my name!" Lily screams, spitting in Cole's face. "Say it now or else-- UGGGHHH--" Lily too busy slapping Cheryl's cheek that she did not see forearm coming under and upwards in-between her thighs, slamming directly into her crotch! With a sharp shriek Lily's releases Cheryl's hair and drops down to her knees as well, her hands shooting down to protect sensitive region. Now Cheryl's turn to grab hold of brown locks, tugging with a vengeance and delivering hr own hard SLAP SLAP SLAP to Lily's face. "CHERYL COLE IS BETTER THAN YOU, LILY. AND ALWAYS WILL BE!"
Collins again has sense to clinch forward, hugging her foe close and denying Cheryl further access to her face. The girls shriek as they tumble to the canvas and wrestle for dominance, in a repeat of their pre-match ritual. Officials finally storm the ring on instructions from both stable managers to separate the hellcats, even though the crowd clearly wants them to continue with shouts of "LET THEM FIIIGHT!!" Before they are torn apart, Cheryl manages one last stinging SLAP across cheek of Lily, but Lily ignores pain and slugs bare fist into her tummy. Older brunette again doubled over with a groan, her abs still sore from the match that just ended. Then, both girls are physically pulled apart by officials, kicking and swinging, cursing and swearing further revenge. Is this the end or just the beginning of a long-standing rivalry?
