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30 October 2020 Title Ch Lily Collins vs Emma Roberts

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OFFICIAL FCBA "FIGHTS & FRIGHTS" 2020 PPV

 

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on Oct 30, 2020 at 09:25am

 

Lily Collins vs Emma Roberts (Flyweight Title)

Lily:
(31, 5’5, 112, 33:11 FCBA, VIXENs)

Emma:
(29, 5’2, 24:13 FCBA, The Dollhouse)

BEFORE:
A packed press hall for this highly anticipated rubber match between two rivals - Lily Collins having shocked the world by calling out Emma Roberts as her first title defense - it’s a big, ballsy move indeed considering how their last match ended, with Collins getting absolutely gobsmacked at the end of seven rounds back in 2019, with Roberts scoring her revenge and celebrating by wailing on the Vixen silly. 

Collins of course remembers that unfortunate post-match activity well enough, shaking her head with dismay as she speaks first from the press table.

“That just proves my point: what kind of potential champion would do such a thing? Tsk tsk. Such poor display of sportsmanship and poise. Can you imagine Roberts as the reigning champ? It’d be pure chaos,” Lily says with a look of fake concern. “I issued the challenge to Emma tonight because I know I’m the better fighter, and it’s one more chance to shut her and the rest of the Dolls up about not getting a title opportunity. When Roberts LOSES twice-in-a-row tonight, she’ll show the world why she doesn’t deserve to be in the same ring as me,” Lily laughs, holding up two fingers for the cameras.

The challenger tonight is seen constantly rolling her eyes during Lily’s speech, with Emma Roberts not caring an aorta about what her rival is spouting from those ruby lips, quickly pulling the microphone towards her when it’s her turn to retaliate:

"I want to start off by saying props to Lily for giving me this title shot. I guess she's not a coward after all...just EXTREMELY STUPID." Emma Roberts pauses with a big grin on her face, staring daggers at Lily from across the room. "I screwed up my chance against a veteran like Portman, but there is no way in HELL I'm losing against someone like Collins. I'll even give her one last chance to just hand me the belt right now and be done with it. No need to humiliate yourself inside that ring again, Lils. You've already done that last year.”

“Why don’t you come over here and take it?” Lily replies with snark. “I guarantee all you’ll find are my abs in your face!”

"No? That’s fine by me,” Emma dismisses her threats with another eye-roll. “You lasted what, seven rounds last time? I'll try to make it quicker for you tonight. Oh and, you're ALL invited to my championship after party tonight. Even you, Collins - hopefully you'll be able to make it after I'm done with you. I'd hate for you to miss any part of my special night!" Emma ends with a cocky smirk aimed at Lily.

Situation already spiraling out of control as the initial staredown is set to take place on the middle stage, but the ring officials are preemptive of an all-out catfight bound to erupt if they let these girls within spitting distance. As a result, Lily and Emma separated before they even get close, both girls gesturing rudely, taunting each other to bring it on as they’re led backstage for final prep. 

Hours later in the arena, the challenger makes her entrance first, Roberts not messing around with this second title opportunity - she knows they don’t fall often from the sky, and there’s an even bigger incentive tonight with the opportunity to rip the belt off Lily Collins’ waist. She emerges from the curtains dressed in her traditional white/pink Dollhouse sports bra and long tights, her blonde hair braided loose as she poses for the flashing cameras. Lily’s entrance is modest by contrast, the Vixen striding straight down the entrance ramp with a white hood over her head, her eyes laser-focused on revenge as she heads to the ring without stopping for the fans. 

Referee calls this fight to order, raising the Unified Flyweight title belt for all to see from the middle of the ring. Lily’s shaking her red gloves loose in corner, eager to get started. Roberts still has that sly smirk on her face, goading the champ towards her with a raised fist. There goes the bell and HERE we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action! This here’s for the Flyweight championship!

ROUND 1:
Plenty at stake in this championship match, especially since it's Roberts’ second try in a row - the Doll moves early with poise and focus, no risky maneuvers here as she keeps her hands close to her chest, only tentative jabs sent pecking at her opponent's head. Maybe that’s why she doesn’t fare well this opening round… Lily moves in to make up for her lack of action, drills a right hand to the Doll’s lips early, then another left-right combo scores on the paunch as Roberts struggles to meet overwhelming force. Collins still invigorated by the fact that she got introduced tonight as ‘champ’, now acting to prove her title as she tears into Emma early, though we’re worried this strategy is gonna cost her in the long-run.

ROUND 2:
Emma fights back whilst remaining defensive, steady movement about the ring as she controls Lily’s advance with more ease. Collins' jab combos now ending with a fist or two sent back into her own face, the Doll effectively parrying or blocking her shots as Collins tries to overwhelm her foe a little too early. Second minute sees a last-ditch attempt to knock Emma out and prove a point, mad blitz of jabs peppering Emma’s guard and headhunting her backwards, but Lily ends up frustrated with the lack of results for effort, gets socked in the face when she gets complacent and lowers her guard too soon, with Roberts gleefully packing in a good night kiss to the nose for good luck. 

ROUND 3:
Girls reset at one round a piece, and finally the champ gets serious as Lily stays back and circles. Roberts caught smirking once or twice behind raised gloves as well, goading Collins to bring it on. Lily's still reminded of that beat-down she received in the post-match of their last encounter - but then again, so does Emma - now jabbing with more precision and accuracy, sending shots to Emma's temple and body as the taller girl makes the most of her three-inch height advantage. Trouble is, Emma has the same idea, with the Doll firing back with gnashing teeth, determined to draw the same grunt from her hated rival’s lips as she returns jabs and crosses blow-for-blow to Collins' arms and body. But in the end, it's Lily’s greater reach that allows her to control her foe a little better, and combined with her footwork, the Vixen is able to avoid more of Roberts’ attacks than vice versa.

ROUND 4:
More crunching shots land to Emma’s face, with Lily really targeting the Doll’s mental faculties as the best way to end this fight. It’s bad news for Roberts, of course, who lets out a shout of outraged pain whenever one of Collins’ fists streaks in too fast for her to catch with her arms, then another shout of rage makes her swing that return hook towards the champ. But Lily in her element now, torquing her shoulders forward and then weaving her head back just in time, content with cratering Emma’s cheek with occasional blows, then rattling her arms with hooks in an effort to disorientate her. Seems like the only way forward is for the Doll to show some aggression of her own, and she tries that in the third, rushing in to suddenly brawl with the champ. It works for the moment, with Roberts bashing hooks into the tummy and then an uppercut sent cutting into the middle of Lily’s paunch, but the two girls quickly wrap up and go crashing into the ropes, continuing to snarl and twist in each other’s arms till the referee has to forcibly separate them at the bell.

ROUND 5:
Seems like Roberts has found her way forward in this minefield, picking up the pace and going on the offensive. She needs to get around Lily’s repeated taps at her head as she barrels in slow but steady, keeping her head low and arms swinging wide as she swipes at Collins' body. Lily has no choice but to retreat, getting cocky in one exchange and doesn’t back away fast enough, takes the brunt of another tummy shot to her side before bracing too late for a hook that SLAMS hard into the side of her head! AND DOWN THE CHAMP GOES!! What the hell?? Roberts dipped low and then put her entire might into that wind-up hook, probably thinking she’s never gonna get another chance to score a big one of this magnitude!! Results are undeniable: Lily ROCKED off her feet, goes crashing down to her side, then scrambling about on the ground in shock, and Emma has to be restrained not to go after her foe, with the Doll continuing to hurl insults as she’s herded back to the corner by the referee. KNOCKDOWN for Emma Roberts in an early warning shot fired across the brow! 

Lily Collins with a look of enraged shock as she flounders on the ground to sit back up, at the same time trying to crawl away from Roberts to create as much distance from her. Roberts gets herded back to the neutral corner, a mixture of smug hatred on her face as she grins and goads Collins to get back up, if she can. Collins takes her time, recovering to her feet by the count of 8. 

It’s an early scare for the Vixen but there’s two more minutes on the clock for Roberts to finish the job here. The bell sounds to resume and as predicted, Roberts all but CHARGES back into the fray, continuing to pester Collins to the head with jab after jab, drawing more gasps from lips as Lily struggles to cover up and block all the incoming shots. Emma growls with rage as she dominates the rest of the round, but at the same time fails to put Lily down a second time, scoring her fair share of punches to the head and body but leaving the champ still standing, albeit panting hard, on the ropes.

ROUND 6:
Scowl from Roberts as the bell rings and the Doll sallies forth to finish what she’s started. Lily not looking too hot here as she falls back into defensive jabbing, wary of Roberts’ attack and punching power. Fine by Roberts, who’s able to hound the champ with more looping punches sent towards the head, occasional smack to the champion's abs as she dips low and fires a one-two combo after another. But by mid-round, Lily’s regaining her own rage, sticking a left hand straight to the mouth and another leather glove crunching hard into Emma’s lips, then one more one-two combo stinging the nostrils as Emma lets out a surprised grunt in turn. Flurries fly in both directions for a good thirty seconds, neither girl backing down and just slamming as many shots as they both can into each other’s faces and sides , the satisfaction of their rival’s grunts and painful squeals echoing throughout the arena. Roberts takes a risky chance, pulls back and TORQUES a right hook towards Lily’s head... Unfortunately for her, Collins ducks and swerves at the most opportune moment, narrowly gets the fist tangled in hair as she avoids the blow and counter-whiffs - BLAM!! Uppercut STUNS Roberts to the base of her chin, sending the Doll reeling backwards with her head stacked up, glassy-eyed and stumbling backwards, only to get DROPPED to her back when Lily storms in and PLOWS a cross straight into her chin!! OUCH!! These two clearly don’t like the sight of each other as the champ scores a return KNOCKDOWN for the sake of her own honour!! 

Emma left sprawled and spreadeagled on the ground, blinking and breathing hard at the stadium lights as she’s treated to her own brand of fiery insults from above, Lily hovering nearby with a smug expression, almost ready to kneel down and punch her face in some more if not for the referee’s quick intervention. Instead, Lily raises a hand to the crowds, stumbling slightly along the ropes, signaling the toll taken on both fighters thus far.

Still, Emma’s not done yet, the Doll pushing off her back with a loud grunt then slowly raising herself back up one knee at a time and recovering by the count of 8. She doesn’t look as confident as before, however, breathing hard on the top rope as the referee waves for the last minute of this fight to continue. Lily pours in slowly, wrecking blows to Emma’s arms and tummy flesh as she plays with her food on the ropes. All Roberts can do is cover her head in her arms, rest of her body getting rocked in half, only scaring Lily away when she swings back towards her head in the final seconds. 

ROUND 7:
Collins’ turn to stalk inwards, jabs thrown at Emma’s head with confidence as she pushes the challenger back in the first minute. Emma biding her time, however, takes the impacts to her arms and lets out short grunts to give Collins a sense of accomplishment, only to suddenly SOCK the champ in her face with an overhand superwoman punch! UGHH! Lily’s face registers shock in the moment right after her hand disappears into the face, Roberts quick to capiltalise as she POURS in vengeful abuse, bashing another combo to Lily's nose, then pushing her back with punches to her midsection. Collins gurgling, getting wrecked all of a sudden, wondering how the hell her opponent managed to rally so quickly after her knockdown last round. But she has little time to brainstorm, however, as Emma grits her teeth and DRIVES her into the ropes, specifically targeting Lily’s belly with pounding lefts and rights which bend her over with dull groans, then going for powerful uppercuts and hooks to her arms as the Doll goes APE-sh*t on her foe!! Lily groaning, has little choice but to cover and clinch, spending pockets of resistance trying to hold onto Emma’s shoulders and rotate their bodies along the ropes for better leverage, with Roberts doing her utmost best to get Collins to let go, give up, and go down straight to her knees. But it doesn’t happen! Bell rings to indicate the end to this shutout round but Roberts is STILL pounding away on the Brit’s belly, elbows chugging in and out as she gnashes her teeth into Lily's ear. Poor Collins has to be helped back to the corner by the referee after Roberts is pulled off her and sent back to corner with a stern warning.

ROUND 8:
Light at the end of the tunnel for Roberts as she’s slowly breaking the champion down. Round 8, however, and both girls look shattered after this many rounds of non-stop action. Roberts tries to charge in once more to finish her off, but she’s surprisingly slow by her own standards, with Lily staying at arm’s reach and keeping herself moving along the edge of the ring to avoid another beatdown. Emma expending the last reserves of her energy, knows she needs to push herself in this last stretch if she ever wants to score the victory and more importantly, the coveted Flyweight straps - she sends out a steady stream of jabs and combos into Lily’s guard, smack smack smack as they mostly hit the forearms. Collins ain’t done either, however, suddenly weaves to the side of a cross-blow, only to counter with a strapping shot to Emma’s chin instead, momentarily stunning her in place. Roberts lets out a grunt but keeps on coming, clearly disorientated with her swings haphazardly swung forward. Lily capitalises, bobbing, weaving and ducking as she dings the Doll on the mouth with another straight punch, then steps in and SWIPES her across the face with a nice hook! Emma’s eyes go wide as she’s sent barrelinf into the ropes this time against her will - no time to recover however as Lily quickly steps in, drills an uppercut into her body, folding the Doll in half with a groan. Emma continues to cover her head but Lily not concerned with the knockout blow this time, instead stacking in close, elbows working in and out as she buries her fists into the Doll’s tummy, more and more pushing Emma’s butt through the ropes and drawing louder and louder gurgles of rage mixed with shock from Robert's stained lips. Emma emulates her rival’s strategy from the last round, does her best to clinch up with arms wrapped around Lily's chest, gloves clinging onto barren shoulders as she presses her lips into the hated nook of her neck. The champ however is growling with malice, enacting revenge for all their past encounters here, and the referee has to pull Lily off this time, leaving Emma bowled over and sunken on her knees after the bell rings. The Doll manages to survive this round, and from what we can tell, the score is dead even for these two fighters, who both want to tear each other to shreds!

ROUND 9:
It’s a miracle indeed that either girl has made it this far. By right, neither of them even deserved to be in this championship fight, but it just goes to show how much can be accomplished if a girl’s hungry for the gold. The Vixen and Doll stumble into each other in the first minute, immediately bristling at close contact and going straight to lighting each other’s frames up with hefty swings. They take turns rocking each other's arms, turning torsos and then chopping bodies in half with clean hits to the tummy, before falling into another messy clinch as they try to grasp each other’s hair with gloves, snarling nose-to-nose as they jockey for position. Emma, being a little stockier, manages to push Lily backwards by planting her feet firm on the ground, one or two swipes sent across her tummy to sap the champ of energy. But Lily suddenly hoists her own arms upwards, using her height to topple Emma to the side with an elbow clutched under her armpit, the other twisting in close quarters before ripping across the Doll’s hapless face. Emma groans, wide-eyed, lips parted as her face is smacked to the side again, and again, slowly but surely, the rest of Roberts’ frame shaking in Lily’s arms, her legs wobbling as she’s driven backwards in another turn of the tide. Emma does her best to resist, arms pawing at Lily’s hair, other hand shoved straight into the chin, but they’re stop-gap measures when Lily snaps an uppercut into her chin from inside the pocket, another punting right hand driven into her nose, which finally sends the Doll sprawling backwards, then COLLAPSING into a heap by the ropes! A ninth-round KNOCKDOWN for the champ, and surely this must be it?!?

Roberts’ expression having turned from rage to forlorn desperation as she struggles to raise her head, let alone the rest of her spent body. She tries to use the ropes for support, but her physical will sapped and not cooperating with her mental one. Lily not looking much better as she quickly adjourns to neutral corner, leaning back with slumped shoulders, belly breathing in and out as she awaits the inevitable. Roberts is left wide-eyed, barely making it back up to her knees when the referee’s shout of “10!! YERRR OUTTT!!” echoes over her ears! And just like that, is OVER!! 

Official Decision: Lily Collins defeats Emma Roberts via KO9! Lily Collins RETAINS the Flyweight Title!

AFTER:
What an epic scuffle between hated rivals, as Lily throws up her hands to celebrate her very first title defense. She’s managed to silence her critics tonight by pulling a thorn from her side, but we’d be remiss to say her objective was always to put Roberts to rest in this rubber match.

Lily not wasting any time to drive home her point, quickly shedding her gloves to the ground, then stalking over to Roberts, who’s left slumped by the ropes as she helplessly watches her rival saunter over from across the ring. Emma scowls, makes a low, dangerous sound as her dishevelled hair’s tugged upwards by Lily, the Vixen taking her time as she towers over her seated foe, content for now to display her dominance with her pulsing belly dangerously close to Emma's face.

“What do you say, Ems? Ready to admit defeat?” Lily breathes down with a smirk.

“f*ck Y--UGHHHH!!” Emma spits back, only to get backhanded across the face before she can finish.

“Tut tut. Such language. You thought you could get away with what you did to me last time? I remember every detail. You’re gonna wish you hadn't crossed my path by the time I’m done with you tonight. Here’s an appetiser of what's to come, b*tch…”

Lily suddenly drives her hips forward, literally shoving her glistening abs into Roberts’ face, using both hands gripped in the top of Emma's hair to guide her face into the depths of the tummy smother. Loud, muffled protestations go unnoticed by Collins, who grins with satisfaction as she pins Emma’s seated form to the ropes, her face pushed deep into the curves of her abs as she hisses from above:

“Why duncha kiss my tummy one last time, Ems??” 

Cameras zoom in to show Emma thrashing wildly at first, but every so often her protests get subdued by a painful knock to the top of her head or knee smashed into her chin, only to get her face re-buried into Lily’s abs with little warning, Collins gripping onto her matted locks with malice as she twists her head backwards as far as possible, angled up such that Emma's lips and nostrils are stretched wide over her tummy, the Doll gurgling as she sucks in desperate air.

Finally, Emma’s body spasms, goes to sleep from the lack of oxygen, before falling back down into a heap as Lily releases her broken, knocked out form, allows Roberts to rest in peace by the ropes. Collins stumbles back to the middle of the ring, snatching the Flyweight title from the referee, and roars to the arena: “WHO’S NEXT??” 

 

 

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