Results: Looktout!, Story: Caspian 

Emma:
(27, 5’6, 12:18 FCBA, VIXENs)

Lily:
(28, 5’6, 112, 11:2 FCBA, VIXENs)

BEFORE:
Emma still reminiscing the time she laid Lily flat on her back. Now, the Harry Potter star is grinning to herself as she recalls it as a ‘defining moment of her career’.

“She was fresh into the ring, Collins was, and she bit off more than she could chew,” Emma describing her opponent’s overly-reckless fighting style at that time and over-eagerness to brawl that cost her the match. “I don’t know what else she’s trying to accomplish with this rematch. It feels like she’s taking my joining VIX for a spin. I have news for you, Lily, I’m as dangerous a fighter as the one who beat you back then.”

Lily’s turn to respond and she’s equally catty, brushing her hair aside and confidently facing Emma across the table. “You’re forgetting something Watson - you’re in MY world now. VIX is MY stable and I personally don’t see any logic in you coming onto my turf. But if Caspian’s gonna insist, I would be remiss to give you a proper welcoming party.” 

British politeness goes out the window when the two girls meet at the center of the ring, hands on hips and continuing to taunt each other face-to-face. Lily of course has more to prove in this rematch, overcompensating with that mouth of hers. Watson calmly grinning back, taking the insults in one ear and out the other, until the point when she doesn’t, of course... right open palm out of nowhere into Lily’s face RINGS throughout the theatre, and the classiest catfight is on! Lily grunting as the slap lands hard, but rather than simply lunge at Watson’s hair, she sends a stinger of her own into Emma’s porcelain-like face. Girls glaring daggers, sizing the other up, as they simultaneously raise another hand to strike, but get separated by the ring officials in the nick of time and led to the ring.

Watson in cream outfit wrapped around curves, showing off patches of lean muscle as she dons black gloves. Lily in black bikini top, white bottoms, readying herself for this chance to redeem herself with emerald-green leather. Referee waves for the bell so here we go with ten rounds of flyweight action!

ROUND 1:
Emma establishing her space early, keeping out of range. Lily back to her usual, aggressive self, trying to invade and pressurise. Watson however meeting her foe on her own terms, stuns her in the face multiple times as Lily tries to close distance and surprise, only to get surprised herself. It’s dawning on Collins that this might not be the same girl she fought the last time: an even more strategic Watson making for a more dangerous opponent indeed. That being said, Lily herself having come a long way: now not as foolhardy, fighting with more strategy. She lets Emma get away from her on purpose towards the end of the round, confounding her and making her advance straight back into her clutches, where Collins surprises with well-placed shots to the face and body as well. By our prediction, Watson still dictating majority of the round which will net her an overall lead though.

ROUND 2:
Lily adapting quick however. Round 2 starts off slow with both Brits cautiously circling instead of rushing in at first. Collins liking it with this hesitant and confused Emma at her change of heart: one moment Lily’s lunging forward with a flurry of attacks, the next she’s back into her corner and staying there. This uncertainty plays off Emma’s insecurities, and she makes her first mistake when she advances to brawl. Watson scoring at first with a left-right combo spanking off Lily’s belly, but then EATS a dull hook to the cheek, then another one lands before she realises that she’s walked straight into a trap. Wide-eyed and shocked, she tries to beat a hasty retreat, but Collins abandons all pre-text rushes her like a bull. Emma absorbing blows with her forearms but her body takes one too many buried shots, leaving her panting on the ropes when the bell rings. Collins with defiant smirk as she realises her crazy tactics have borne some fruit.

ROUND 3:
Not Emma’s lucky night - she sought to begin her VIX tenure with another dominant win over a rival she put away before, but how can you do that when you take a wild hook to the face that SWIVELS and sends your mouth-guard flying? Emma complacent and doesn’t see Lily’s sneak attack until it’s too late, her rival giggling with glee as she attempts to seal the kiss with more powerful hooks early on, but Emma’s grogginess thankfully protected by her raised guard. That doesn’t stop Lily coming in close however, stuffing the body with thick, slathered uppercuts into her lean frame. Emma gurgling as body violated, tries to clinch but gets shoved roughly back into the ropes. Lily merciless, places one hand on shoulder, the other just WAILS away on body and chest, hoping to end things quick. But Emma ducking under another hook to the head, wraps her arms around the waistline and does her best to catch her breath with cheek on chest, stalling for time. To a large extent she succeeds, denying Lily the coveted knockdown by keeping herself small and out of reach. But to a small extent, Emma has to be asking herself: is this how she wants to fight for the next seven rounds? Lily certainly taunting her in the last few seconds of this round, as she tries to shove her back and release her grip, to no avail.

ROUND 4:
Well, Emma certainly answers her own question early, coming out of corner swinging for the fences. Unorthodox move from someone who’s using to defensive fighting. Here, she surprises Collins with a jab-jab to the nose followed by a hook to the side of the face, all three connecting in sync and sending the gasping girl snarling and reeling to the side. That last punch was pure luck, in our opinion, with Emma swinging right whilst Lily bringing her guard up left, leaving her wide open for that shocker. Watson continues the pressure, crowding close and burying fists into Lily’s belly hup hup hup hup, Collins batting back herself with a left and right, but just can’t compete with the abuse as she’s already hurt and groaning. Slowly driven to the ropes, she appears dazed from that early attack - now her turn to clinch up with Emma (the irony) but is continuously folded over in two by invasive glove to sternum, or chin propped upwards from snap uppercut. Emma in control and she likes the taste of it, hesitates for a moment when the round finally ends and she has to stop her dominant spree of her rival… puckers her lips for a rare show of cattiness to give Lily a quick smooch on the forehead. The crowd as stunned as Lily’s indignation at lips on her skin. But this new, spunky Emma Watson also nasty in her own right when she buries another fist into Lily’s paunch, leaving her gasping and snarling on the ropes, bent over. As Ron Weasley would have paraphrased: “Who are you and what have you done with the real Emma Watson?” 

ROUND 5:
Lily looking worse for weary as she steps out of corner, not as confident as before about winning this rematch any longer. She prepares herself for another charge from Emma, who does exactly that. Collin’s better prepared this time, however, feinting a left cross at the charging girl before smashing a hook into her exposed face just in time for dinner. Emma rocked by that surprise counter, but growls and fires back, stunning Collins in the face and chin in turn with debilitating lefts and rights as the girls go at it at each other’s head and body for a good minute, exploiting any hole with shots to the nose and swivelling heads to either side with nasty hooks. They both smell blood and intend to claim it, with Lily hoping to stem the tide here and Emma wanting to overpower her opponent right now. Breakthrough comes for one girl in minute two when Lily pulls back another hook, ready to delivery knockout blow, when Emma gets in first and CHOPS the chin upwards, dazing her with a short uppercut instead. Collins retaliating with a high hook but it misses as it sails over Emma’s head. Instead, Lily reeling backwards in freefall when Emma wades in and delivers a battering ram of a left hand into the tummy, folding Lily over with achy grunts and then snapping her head back with an uppercut - suddenly Lily’s legs BUCKLE on themselves and she falls backwards onto her butt! It’s a KNOCKDOWN FOR EMMA WATSON!

Crowd goes nuts for a fan favourite - arguably *the* very face of the #MeToo campaign, Ms Watson’s been turning heads for a while now with her activism in women’s rights and being an inspiration for many a fan in the audience. She’s proudly acknowledging them now in the crowd, arms raised with air kisses as though she’s already won. Lily however recovering steadily, eyes flaring in rage more than pain as she pulls herself back up by the ropes by the count of 8. Phew. This match to continue and the fans have no objection. Last minute sees less action however with Emma trying her luck at another knockdown but Lily staying on her toes every step of the way, out of range and safe from further embarrassment.

ROUND 6:
Lily continues her evasive tactics to counter Emma’s aggression, and it begins to work: Emma getting tired out, slowing down and giving up the chase by the time the first minute wears down. She’s certainly still scoring with that long jab, now repurposed for advancing tactics, hitting Lily on the nose and mouth multiple times, but Lily’s fighting back smart this time, avoids or blocks majority of her punches and stings back with jabs of her own into the chin and cheek. Girls carry on this deadly dance until the last minute, and it’s clear that Emma’s attrition rate suddenly going up, along with dreams of putting Collins away like last round. Collins waits until her girl’s running on empty before she jumps in, striking like a viper: wild lunging superman cross stuns Emma on the spot as it nails the middle of her forearms. Lily content with follow-up battering of the tummy left right hup hup hup, before continuing to wail on Hermione’s guard with an uppercut down the middle to drive her back into the ropes. Round ends and Emma’s intact but breathing hard, weathering that last minute storm might net her the round by close margin, but she’s back to being worried about Lily’s famed stamina going into the rest of the fight.

ROUND 7:
That famed stamina and drive now starting to take effect as Lily excels in going the distance in any fight, evident from her recent ‘conquests’ of the former Fittest Flyweight in the FCBA, Vanessa Hudgens (according to Lily of course). She exploits Emma’s turn of momentum with aggression of her own, giving her fellow Brit a taste of her own medicine by closing distance and going to work: Emma’s guard assaulted from all directions as she tries to escape but gets trapped against the ropes. Lily ruthlessly punching away freeform at her body, each blow digging hard into her abs and pinning Watson to the straps. Emma trying to attack but realising she’s moving slower, each reckless counter getting countered by Lily’s quicker and greater barrage, leaving herself open not such a wise move after all, especially when she eats another one-two-three stinging combination from Lily, who continues to plow away. Emma in trouble, definitely, groans as uppercut buries itself up in her stomach, folding her over, but at least allowing her to clinch forward and wrestle with Lily. The girls take turns rotating on the ropes, like a last ditch effort by Emma to stop the rout completely. It works with the remaining time getting drained away, but there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind whose round this belongs to. Lily’s turn to smirk in her rival’s tired face, leans in to the side of the trapped girl and plants a smooch of her own on skin, before forcing whispering lips into her ear: “Welcome to the jungle, Emma. I hope you know what you’ve signed up for.” Watson left in tatters at the bell, discernible groans from the audience as they watch their idol take a beating of her career and now staggering back to her corner.

ROUND 8:
Tide has turned against Emma after failing to put Collins away early in the match. Still, that doesn’t stop her from surging forward with one last attempt, hoping to surprise again. Unfortunately, Lily seems to have the same idea, to the ultimate delight of fans, who watch on as these two girls take center ring and just go at it for a good thirty seconds, blasting each other in the face and batting mitts at the belly with dull hooks on both sides. Particularly nasty shot to the midsection has Emma folded over and moaning, the sustained bombing campaign of Lily Collins having worked its magic. She has one hand cradling her middle, the other holding onto Lily’s shoulder for support, as her body jerks violently forward from another deft uppercut delivered into her belly button. Lily grinning, intent of taking full advantage: more hands in and out, pounding on the body as she reduces Emma to a blubbering mess, her feet wavering and knees shaking with each buried blow into her midsection. Emma pawing at shoulder straps now, mouth agape and eyes begging for pain to stop. Lily obliges, final uppercut up into the jawline sends Watson sprawling backwards, tripping over herself and then crashing to the canvas on her back! Referee starts the count but it’s no use - Emma writhing on the ground curled up into a ball and making no effort to rise. The match is declared OVER!

Official Decision: Lily Collins defeats Emma Watson via KO8!

AFTER:
Lily with devilish grin on her face as she stands astride Emma’s prone body, her chest and belly pulsing in and out and hands on her hips. Her eyes flicker outwards to the fans in attendance, making their displeasure heard once their icon’s loss made official. Still grinning, she purposefully reaches down and helps herself to two handfuls of brown hair, then begins to slap Watson hard across the face, relishing the reaction from the crowd as they gasp in horror with every step of the abuse. Lily straddles the bruised stomach, staring straight into those fluttering eyelids that’s only beginning to register what’s happening. 

“Get off me you little WANKER!” Emma bellowing at her tormentress through grunts, her own hands now reaching upwards to yank at Lily’s locks.

But Lily in full control, slaps them away and delivers a shocking knuckle sandwich into Emma’s nose, making her squeal in pain.

“Tut tut, Ems. I would be remiss to leave you here without another welcome gift for joining our illustrious company…”

Before Emma can respond, Lily’s already leaning forward and down, sending her taut abs crashing down into her shocked face.

“For the last time, WELCOME to the jungle, b*tchhhh,” Lily hisses into the top of her head as she bears her body downwards, both hands tugged firmly in Emma’s tresses and shoving her face further upwards into the curve of her belly. 

Emma’s protestations loud at first as she thrashes and slaps at Lily’s body, but soon the lack of oxygen makes her struggling futile - her body goes limp after a minute or two in the belly smother. Satisfied with her revenge her tonight, Lily stands above her prone body and calls for the microphone, declaring:

“AM-f*cking-D, Hudgens - you know that belt rightfully belongs to me. After our little ‘dance’ in the apartment, I KNOW I can strip that shiny thing off your inferior waist. So whaddaya say, Nessa?” Lily ends her challenge with a drop of the mic on the floor, before exiting the ring to cheers from the crowd.

We dare say the girl has earned herself some fans at the expense of Emma today - we’re also pretty sure Emma didn’t have this outcome in mind with her VIX debut, lying sprawled and abbed out on the ground, another victim of an ongoing feud between the top Flyweights of this division. Will her tenure in VIX be ever so disastrous, or can she finally leave the lurch and prove herself to hang with the best? We’ll find out soon enough.