Emma Watson vs Lily Collins (AMD Boxing on the Beach)

Emma:
(31, 5’5, 45:27 FCBA, VIXENs)


Lily:
(32, 5’5, 42:13 FCBA, VIXENs)


BEFORE:
“Poor Lily,” Emma says, shaking her head with a wry grin. “She got her arse handed to her by Cheryl Cole. I guess it’s up to me to salvage the situation?”

For the last VIX event on the Picnic card, Emma Watson goes up against Lily Collins in a bare-knuckled AMD match on the beach. Quite a mouth-ful that title is, but it basically means only punches below the neck are allowed, with the girls still having to win via Knockout or TKO.

Emma looks confident in her baby blue bikini, all five-foot, six-inches of her toned body glistening in the afternoon sun. It’s clear she’s been working out in the gym these past few weeks in preparation for this typically grueling challenge.

“Lily lost her shot at the Flyweight title, and after I beat her today, I think I’d have proven to Holt why I deserve a title opportunity instead!”

Lily Collins, however, vehemently disagrees, strutting out of the tentage already dressed to kill, a multi-coloured two-piece swimsuit wrapped around her chest and waistline, a pair of aviator sunglasses shielding her face from the sun. She snaps at reporters when they try and bombard her with questions, merely saying:

“Get the f*ck outta my way. Little Emma’s going down again this year, Flyweight belt or no. Then, I’m gunning for Cole!”

The ladies have two wins apiece under our belts, and the only difference this year is none of us are holding onto the Flyweight title. The ring is your standard beach-boxing wooden poles stuck into four corners of the sand and listing precariously to the side. Ropes are frayed and rough and loose as they hang between the posts, inviting the girls in.

Referee gets the nod from both corners as they test their balance on uneven sand. Ladies raise taped fists high and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of AMD action!

ROUND 1:
Ladies cautious to start, firing off combos at any area that’s open below the neck. This being an AMD match, of course, any shots to the face will result in points being deducted, but that hasn’t stopped the girls from hurting each other before. Emma shows off her focus, multiple one-twos landing on Lily’s torso at the beginning, showing off her speed as she punches one moment, blocking Lily’s return fire in the next. Lily tries to bite back but gets her punches taken on Emma’s forearms, and the round ends with the Harry Potter starlet in control.

ROUND 2:
Any early shot lands hard to the chin, which earns Lily a loud boo from the audience. Not as though the former Flyweight champ cares, Lily smirks as she catches Emma by surprise with that hard right cross. Emma lets out an urkk, frowning as her guard immediately resets high, allowing Collins to immediately switch targets to her torso: left-right-left hands pour into Emma’s paunch, driving her backwards. That chin-shot would probably get points deducted, but to Collins, the payoff was certainly worth it, with the wiley brunette storming in for the rest of the round and continuing to land whacks off Emma’s body. Emma heard growling and complaining to her corner and the referee in between rounds, but there’s little else she can do as Collins takes the round wide.

ROUND 3:
Lily tries the same tactic in the third, but with less results this time. Watson’s blocking well if she treats this like an ordinary boxing match, raising and lowering her fluid guard with ease as she absorbs the attacks. Lily lets out a grunt instead as her foe swings low and hard in the interim, hard hooks hitting her on the ribs and side to push her back, before she snarls out loud and leaps in for more. Not the best strategy to deal with an effective counter-puncher like Emma, who controls the action with her agility before punts another stiff uppercut right into the middle of her belly. That’s it! Lily hunched over, eyes wide, stunned to the spot! Emma POUNCES immediately, rocking those abs with more hooks left and right, and DOWN COLLINS GOES!!

First knockdown of the afternoon and Lily Collins is left sputtering on her knees, both arms hugging her midsection. Later, Lily will insist that Emma got lucky with these series of body shots, but that’s also on her for not defending well. Emma returns to the neutral corner, looking smug, as Lily slowly gets back to her feet, still slightly hunched over but very much alive and wanting revenge.

ROUND 4:
Emma takes the initiative, rushing in and poking at the body with crisp attacks. Lily in survival mode, blocking with both arms draped and covering her torso to prevent the damage from escalating fast. Emma earns some bad-girl points of her own when she can’t resist taking pot-shots at Lily’s free lips and nose, planting an early combo straight in and relishing the gurgles. Lily only has herself to blame for starting the fouls, but at least Emma will get some points deducted from the scoresheets after the round is done and dusted. Lily survives for the first two minutes, before flourishing herself as she returns a lunging uppercut to the solar plexus late in the third, which stops Emma in her tracks with a grunt. Round ends though still and clear in Watson’s corner.

ROUND 5:
Both girls want the win and bragging rights, and more so, to get back into the title picture at some point in the future. They CLASH in the center and immediately exchange swings to the body, with Lily alternating hooks up high as well to land a dull shot to Emma’s chest. Emma’s stunned but immediately burying a punch of her own that lands on the belly button, threatening to fold Collins over once more and down onto her knees. But Lily keeps her balance, her arms locked in close as she bends low to prevent more of Watson’s punches from landing on her paunch. Instead, the former Flyweight champ blasting back, drilling her own bare knuckled fists in between the arms, tenderising those abs, as Emma begins to fall back, looking out of breath! Lily growling low, advancing on her foe, continuing the tummy abuse as she picks at any holes in Emma’s defences. Another step-in BURIED fist crunches into Emma’s body, making her lurch forward with a dull groan. All Lily has to do is take a step backwards, let Emma’s shocked face slide down her body as we get the second KNOCKDOWN of the afternoon!

Lily standing tall over her rival, taped fingers buried in her hair as she mocks the Harry Potter actress for ever trying her. The referee, however, quickly intervenes, orders her back to the neutral corner to give Emma space to recover. There’s clear pain in the Brit’s eyes as she slowly pushes herself off her knees, still clutching at her torso as she makes it up by the count of 8, breathing hard. It’s not over, folks!

ROUND 6:
AND HERE COMES LILY, arms up and low, eye on the prize as she rushes in to finish her foe off! Emma is in survival mode indeed, taking deep gulps of air even as she skirts the perimeter of the ring, not allowing herself to get trapped against the ropes or in a corner. Her tummy can’t take another knockdown or shock to its center, that’s for sure, and Lily knows this as well! Collins lunges at her torso with hooks and combos, mostly stinging the arms and whacking Watson about, the occasional jab combo actually hitting tummy flesh to further drive Emma backwards. Emma not helping her case by defaulting to jabs to Lily’s open mouth, hoping to stem the attack but leading to more points being deducted from the British starlet. That’s fine by Collins, who rocks another tummy shot off the side to end the round, but looks a little dazed by the face punches on her way back to corner.

ROUND 7:
All-out war in the seventh as lovely Brits tie-up in the center of the ring, both exploding inwards at the sound of the bell and determined to take this to the bitter end. They bury taped fingernails in each other’s hair, tugging and pulling on brown locks amidst the squeals. Then, free hands crunch into opposing abs, taking turns folding each other over in close quarters combat. Both Flyweights are of the same height and built, as Emma puts power into each uppercut that’s driven into Lily’s stomach, earning her loud grunts from parted lips off her shoulder. Lily still fighting back, of course, pulling on the back of Emma’s hair for greater leverage before literally PULLING her body inwards to take another shot to the breadbasket, which also earns her a HNNNGGHHH from Watson’s lips, as their bodies continue to shudder in their opponent’s arms. Referee has a tough time prying these two apart at the bell, the audience admiring their handiwork as red and pink splotches are seen littered all over their midriffs. It’s an effective draw, by all counts, as both Lily and Emma stumble back to their corners whilst cradling their bodies.

ROUND 8:
Emma takes control early! She’s taken multiple pages out of her foe’s playbook this fight as she SOCKS Lily across the face with a glancing hook! OUCH! Lily wasn’t expecting this bad-girl status, least of all from Watson, and goes flying off into the ropes whilst clutching at her jawline! Emma’s probably thinking that it’s more important to win this fight than preserve her sweet-girl reputation, now chasing after the stunned Collins and switching back to tummy-tucking blows to the center of her body. Lily lurches forward with her back to the ropes, in danger of going down again as she tries her best to defend with her forearms. Emma’s huffing hot and hard, crowding in close and just shoving those reddened arms away. Thick in-fighting as the hungry Brit DRILLS her fist up into the center of Lily’s stomach, over and over again, bending the poor girl over in half with knuckles grinding into her sweat-slicked abs. Emma’s licking her lips as she continues to dominate, literally holding Collins in place with an arm draped around the back of her neck and over the shoulders, hugging her close as she SHOVES her entire forearm in, just below the belly button! UGHHH!!

AND LILY GOES DOWN! Her face is in abject agony as she winces, lips parted and sliding down Emma’s curved abdomen, before resting at her conqueror’s feet with both arms still pulling at her bikini strings! IS THIS IT?? Emma certainly thinks so, a big smirk beaming down at her opponent in distress, as she presses Lily’s puckered lips into her bruised torso. “Give up, Lils. You’re done for!”

Lily, however, shakes her head, trying to get the taste of offensive tummy off her lips, and those extra moments of psychological torment have given her a little more time to recover after the referee herds Emma back to the neutral corner. Slowly, but surely, Lily returns to both feet, her body shuddering as she hangs onto the ropes for support, making it back up by the skin of the teeth 9! This fight is set to continue, much to the delight of the 4th of July fans!

HERE COMES WATSON right at the start of the bell, two minutes left on the clock and determined to do what it takes to finish her hated rival off! Lily still has her back to the rope but EXPLODES forward at the last moment, absorbing a predictable right hook aimed at her tummy from Watson before BLASTING the Brit right back with a swing to the chest! OUCH! Emma falls back in shock, but not before taking a dinging right hand off the other breast, as Lily GROWLS and PURSUES!!

It’s one last skirmish for the road as Lily gets in Emma’s face, ignoring the sharp gasps from the actress as she SHOVES her fists in between her arms, Emma trying to block and cover as much of her body as possible but the focused Collins able to hold on to her lowered forearm or bicep, BURY her free fist into Emma’s midsection, landing shots all over her battered torso between her chest and hips.

Emma groaning, still in shock at the sudden turn of events, tries repeatedly to bat her own fists off Lily’s flanks, but Lily’s center and focused position means her fists are free to crunch repeatedly into Emma’s belly, forcing the air from her lips in multiple gasps and groans. A final uppercut CUTS the bruised Brit in half with a loud HUUUGGHHHH, and it looks like Emma’s about to go down to her knees, hugging her body!

Lily helps her foe along for the ride, literally grabbing onto her dishevelled hair and shoving her down to her knees, repeating the favour from earlier as she forces Emma’s facial features into the curves of her pulsing tummy. “STAY DOWN!!” Lily hisses from above, before sending a hard SMACK of a slap across Emma’s face.

Referee has his work cut out for him indeed as he has to pull Lily off by her shoulders, which allows Emma to slide to the sand and onto her side. Two knockdowns a piece, with no signs of stopping, but this latest one might just be the last, as Emma curls up into a fetal position and just stays there for the first half of the count. Even as Lily rests her back against the turnbuckle in the corner, it’s clear the Vixen can’t go on too much longer either, her entire torso pockmarked with splotches of red and pink. But thankfully, the same goes for her opponent today, as Emma barely manages to make it up to her knees, a final push outwards brings more throbbing pains to her body as the referee hits the count of 10!! It’s OVER!!

Official Decision: Lily Collins defeats Emma Watson via KO8!

AFTER:
“Look whose ass got kicked. Again,” Lily says, circling the fallen Watson, before dragging her to the corner by her hair.

Emma can’t really resist even as she’s hauled onto the wooden stool in the corner, every movement of her body sending spasms of pain running through her body. But when Lily attempts to mount her on her lap, position her reddened tummy mere inches from her face, the Harry Potter starlet begins thrashing and punching her way out of her predicament, even reaching around for Lily’s bikini in an effort to disrobe and stun her.

But f*ck that, Lily thinks, licking her lips as she climbs over Emma and uses her weight to pin the squirming blonde down for the final insult.

“Who’s the Fittest Flyweight, Ems? Whose abs beat yours today?” she hisses down into Emma’s fluttering face.

But Emma doesn’t reply, continues shoving her palms into Lily’s body, avoiding the inevitable: Lily forces her tummy into Emma’s face, smearing those lovely pink lips all across her battered abs, up and down the curves before landing square and puckered on her pulsing navel.

“Let this be a lesson, Ems. Don’t EVER mess with me again! I’m BETTER than you, and always will be!” Lily hissing from above, holding the broken girl in her arms before letting Emma slide down the stool, completely smothered out.

Lily wins an important match today (AMD rules or otherwise), and once again cements her position as a top Flyweight in the division!