(Lioness Club vs VIXENS)

(Results: Lookout!; Words: Caspian)

A brief but nasty forum exchange (bit.ly/2g5Nhd0) led to management of both VIXENs and Lioness Club throwing together a meeting of both Cheryl Cole and Lily Collins in the former’s apartment, in a no-holds-barred catfight slash brawl.

Cheryl arrives home from a last-minute gym session to find her door ajar. The 33 year-old still looks stunning in her black sports bra and tights, showing off her toned abs at the gym and still drawing cat-calls from creepy men along the way home. But all the way, her mind was on this arranged fight with that b*tch Lily Collins, who was scheduled to meet her in her apartment in an hour’s time -- plenty of time for her to shower and get ready to receive her opponent with open fists.

However, now, suspicious of an intruder, Cheryl cautiously pushes her apartment door open and steps inside. Everything is, of course, as silent and unmoved, just as she had left it before-- the house had been hers only since January this year, when she and her husband Jean Bernard had finally signed the divorce papers and he had left her this apartment as part of the settlement, not to mention leaving her for another woman (that was always Cheryl’s suspicion). Suddenly, Cheryl hears soft voices coming from around the corner. She moves along the corridor slowly, notices that her bedroom light is switched on: warm, yellow light seeping through the crack of the door. Sure enough, she hears soft giggles coming from within. Cheryl shoves the bedroom door open with a creeeeaak, to see none other than Lily Collins lying supine on her very bed, giggling away, nothing but her bra and panties on and her arms and legs tightly wrapped around her former husband.

With a shriek of rage, Cheryl slams the door wide open and shouts: “What the hell do you think you're doing??”

Lily laughs as she falls back into the sheets, clearly expecting her arrival and reaction. “Why Cheryl, I just came a bit early to inspect the goods! Seems like I got more than I bargained for.”

Jean gets up and gathers his clothes hastily, looking slightly embarrassed. “Sorry, love,” he says in a thick French accent and small smile. “Thought you wouldn't be home for a while.”

Cheryl ignores him completely, her temperature rising by the minute. He peeks head through the door before he closes it, exclaims: “Have fun, you two,” but it seems like Lily’s the only one taking his advice, a huge smirk plastered on her face.

“Go ahead and take your time to get ready,” she coos, stretching her body like a comfortable kitty in the covers, showing off her black laced bra and panties that hug her toned body. “I don't mind looking at the rest of your pathetic life in greater detail--”

But with shriek of rage, Cheryl launches herself onto the bed, her knees coming straight down on Lily’s lithe body. The Brit lets out a loud OUFFF and a painful squeal, as Cheryl straddles her body and just rains down SLAP after SLAP on her face. “What makes you think you think you can just barge in here and tell me what to do??” Cheryl shrieks, palms flying off and hitting flesh. Lily squealing as she struggles underneath, trying to dislodge the brunette from her perch, whilst fending off stinging SLAP SLAP SLAP to her face. Lily uses her slight weight advantage to arch her back upwards, throwing Cheryl off her midsection, then reversing positions such that Lily is now pressing down in between Cheryl’s legs, pressing her body down and raining punches onto Cheryl’s chest and body. Cheryl’s turn to squeal and grunt as her tummy and jugs are pounded on, but she manages to circle her long legs around Lily’s head, squeezing her thighs around her neck in a painful head scissors, made worse for Lily by the tugging of fistfuls of her hair and slapping of her rapidly reddening cheeks. Cheryl clenching teeth as she hisses: “You little b*tch! You're in my house now! I’ll teach you some manners before we’re done tonight.”

Lily gasping for air, groaning every time Cheryl’s fist flattens her nose or fingers dig into her scalp -- needs to get out of hold or risk being choked out -- resorts to slapping and digging her nails into the sides of Cheryl's legs, drawing painful gasps from the brunette, but still no release. Lily then balls up her fists and hammers them down into Cheryl's tummy, pounding on her abs with a puh puh puh, drawing an audible groan each time, but it only manages to loosen the hold slightly and enrage Cheryl even more.... So Lily decides in desperation -- using all her strength and weight, she grabs hold of Cheryl's legs and LIFTS -- Cheryl has a look of horror on face as she's lifted off her bed into the air, swung halfway around and POWER-BOMBED off the side of the bed, the Brit hitting the hard, cold parquet floor with a dull CRASH, the impact stunning and spread-eagling her as she's forced to release her head scissors on Lily. Cheryl is left lying on the floor, looking up at her white ceiling lights and sucking in air.

Lily also taking advantage of newfound release -- she lies on the bed, head just over the side, allowing Cheryl to stir first from beneath her. "You'll pay... for that, b*tch..." Cheryl hisses as climbs to her knees, helping herself to handfuls of Lily's hair as she rises. "I'm gonna knock the f*ck out of you, then i'm gonna kick you out like the trash you-- hnnggh!!" Cheryl holding her midsection suddenly as another fist SLAMS into it, as the Lily regains her senses swinging her feet back to the floor. Her turn to tug on stunned Cheryl's hair, pounding on Cheryl's proud abs with other fist, beating her back to her bedroom wall.

"Who's the little b*tch now??" Lily gnashes teeth as she slams her knuckles again into curve of belly, folding her over with a low huhhghh. But Cheryl starting to fight back, still tugging on Lily's tresses, wrestles the younger Brit about with sharp yelp, pinning her to the wall instead and starts kneeing her hard in lower belly one, two, three, drawing dull gasps from Lily Collins, then bunching her up with hard knuckles to her gut. Cheryl grinding her fist into her abs, drawing a low moooaaan from Collins whilst hissing into her ear: "You're out of your element, Collins. You should never have come here. I'll always be the better woman than you."

This last comment seems to awaken fire in Lily - low growl emits from deep within as she slams her forehead into Cheryl's -- just inches away from hers -- in a painful headbutt out of nowhere! Cheryl lets out a shocked cry, eyes wincing shut as she stumbles back. Lily keeps two fistfuls of her hair, tugging the stunned brunette back in close, and shocking the Brit with a VICIOUS KNEE TO HER CROTCH!! Cheryl's eyes go wide, mouth opens in silent scream, completely ignoring the pain in her head now as Lily repeats the same move, knee slamming into the middle of thighs, just for 'sh*ts and giggles'. Cheryl crumples to knees, moaning, two hands shooting downwards to protect sensitive region from more punishment. Lily coos into the Brit's face, just resting and sucking in air on her pulsing belly, just above the seam of her black panties: "Awww. What's the matter, Cheryl? Something wrong?" Lily delivers vengeful SLAPS on Cheryl's face after each question. "I think I'm done playin' now, Cole."

Cheryl can't stop a final knee that crashes up into her chin, snapping her head back and throwing her body prone to the floor. Lily immediately pounces on the squirming brunette with both knees landing in her tummy with an ouuuff, pinning her down. Lily quickly scoots forward and straddles her foe in a classic school boy pin, using her bigger frame to squeeze her thighs tight against Cheryl's cheeks. Cheryl slowly regaining senses and realises her predicament, starts bucking and thrashing her lower body wildly, but is gutted by Collins' fist, reaching back and pounding downwards into her tummy. Soon, Cheryl's body clearly spent and barely moving, red welts all over showing visible damage, and of course, unseen damage down below. Lily tugs her head forward and hisses into her face: "You're done, you little b*tch. I'm gonna smother you out, then make you watch as I f*ck your ex-husband."

Cheryl may be exhausted, but her mouth still working, defiance etched on face. "Get the f*ck off me," she hisses back. "You little wh*re!! I swear when I get free I'll-- mmmfff"

Lily tugs Cheryl's face into her sweat-soaked black panties to cut her off, turning her words into desperate gasps from the singer. Her eyes go wide, hands slap and claw at Lily's thighs, but Lily just grinding her body forward, riding the brunette's face, until Cheryl eventually passes out in the hold, arms just falling limb by the side.

Finally, Lily relinquishes hold, slapping Cheryl's unconscious face once, twice, three times just for fun, to make sure she's out cold. Satisfied, the Brit leans back over her prone body, breathing a deep sigh of relief at having conquered such a deadly foe. Suddenly, a devious smile flashes across her face as she turns to the bedroom door and shouts, "Oh Jeeeaaan..."

Official Result: Lily Collins wins via Crotch Smother at 19:08.