Megan Fox vs Emma Watson (Flyweight Title)

(Words: Caspian / Results: Lookout!)

Megan:
(31, 5’4, 114, 33:23:1 FCBA, VIXENs/Mirage)

Emma:
(26, 5’6, 11:16 FCBA, SIA) 

BEFORE:
“It’s no secret we don’t really like each other,” Megan begins, glancing over at Emma’s side of the table, the British starlet’s small smirk confirming this fact. “We’re just from different worlds, she and I: I’m a full-blooded American star, whilst she’s just British trash with pigtails. People look at me and the first thing they say is ‘F*CK - you’re hot stuff’ But for Watson? They just wanna pat her head and shout ’10 points to Gryffindor.’ And finally... I’m the freakin’ Flyweight champ… and she’s not,” Megan proudly concludes, puffing her chest with a broad smile on her face.*

“Oh pish posh. This is all total nonsense,” Emma finally butts in, her eyebrows dancing in abject mockery. “I BEAT you the last time, Megan, or haven’t you already forgotten that fact? I WRECKED your arse, and if you wanted a repeat of that titular picture I’d be GLAD to wrest your title away tonight…”

“Things were different last time… I—” Fox begins, but is cut off mid-sentence again.

“That’s always the bloody excuse with you yanks, blaming everything but yourselves. You ready to go again, Megan? Let’s see if your aim’s improved.”

Megan fuming as she’s gestured out of her seat and to center-podium, both girls coming from opposing directions and supposed to pose for cameras. Instead, Megan sends a tight SLAP into Emma’s porcelain face immediately once she’s in range. Emma lets out a GASP as the open palm reverberates across the room, then LUNGES back, digging fingernails into dark hair with a yell of British restraint. Girls tangle and tussle for control, but soon lose their balance and pull each other down to the carpet, rolling about until the officials can finally separate them.

Later, Megan straightening her outfit from the wild melee, making sure her white lingerie top and bottom are covering the bare essentials. She’s busy in corner tying on red gloves, still steaming in anger as evident from Emma’s vicious claw marks raked across her cheek. Watson at opposing end, looking fit as a feather, toned body hugged by black bikini bottoms, cute red top, blonde hair tied back up.

Girls look ready to go and the referee rings the bell!

ROUND 1:
Girls get into it in this hotly anticipated rematch. Will Fox manage to turn things around this time? Immediately, they trade leather to the face in opening salvos, and from the reactions it’s clear to see why Watson was such a formidable opponent the last time round: Brit girl surgical in lighting up Megan’s face, choosing her shots wisely and then ducking under counter-attacks. Megan eating crisp jabs from multiple directions, and desperation sets in early when she flings another hook at Emma’s head, but the Brit easily ducks under and plunges her gloves back into the body. Boiling now, Megan chases her about the ring, thinking it’s gonna be easy to sweep Watson off her feet if she manages to land just one big hook. Problem is - none of them do - Watson bobbing, weaving, jabbing back consistent like a dust devil. Last minute and Fox knows this round’s a lost cause, hangs back and resumes trading shots from afar. At least this time Fox is landing more often, bunching Watson’s cheek in and even scoring with a left-right combo into her chest and body for good measure. Emma not used to feeling leather on skin, now the one who’s backing away, content with letting the time run out. A close round to Watson, as she predicted, giving her a confidence boost going into the remainder.

ROUND 2:
Fox adapting early, forgoes the reckless charge and hangs back instead. Unfortunately for her, Emma also adaptive, comes right back at her with great agility, firing off long jabs - it’s like she’s spotting holes in the champ’s armour and exploiting every chink, tiny fists WHAP off her head and drum the waistline when Fox raises her guard to protect. Megan looking tired and spent already - where the f*ck is her fire tonight?? her corner must be wondering. Fox takes more abuse for a good two minutes and barely lands any return shots. By contrast, Emma smirking to herself, already planning her victory speech in her head when BLAM - doesn’t see that Fox right hook as it SLAPS into her cheek from out of nowhere! OUCH! Watson stunned as the blow contorts her face and sends her stumbling to the side. She clearly did NOT see that coming! Megan steps in after her, more hooks to the guard don’t do much damage but rattle her. Watson now trying to turtle up and get back on her dominant footing but Fox not to be denied, gets in close and PLUNGES her glove into her vulnerable tummy, shocking the poor girl in the body over and over as she tries to clinch but fails. That seemed to be the sweet spot right there, as Megan realises. But she’s unable to fully capitalise once the bell rings, allowing Emma to beat a hasty retreat back to her corner. Champion gesturing a fist straight at Emma, then downwards towards her body, predicting a dominant next round and the end to her running.

ROUND 3:
Watson clearly a different woman as she begins the round with a flash out of corner, yes, but now hunched over and guard tight over her body. Megan right hand straight to her guard has no effect, as intended, and Emma resumes firing shots into her tummy from this position. Megan’s abs getting pounded, but she refuses to back away, instead playing Emma’s game and tries to clinch up with her again. Flash of panic in Watson’s eyes as she clearly didn’t expect any aggression from the champ at this stage, finds herself trapped with arms constricting her waistline and chest, and slowing pushing her backwards towards the ropes. Emma of course continuing to spank leather off of Megan’s tummy, but it doesn’t seem to stop her momentum. Megan backing her into the ropes then goes to work, methodical working of elbows into the space between them and then CHOP CHOP WHAM - slams her fist up into Emma’s jaw! Emma’s guard neutralised in an instant, now desperately trying to stop the incoming blows by trying to restore order, but this just leaves her body open below. Megan licks her lips as she adapts: left right left right peppering her waistline, making the Brit girl groan as her will’s broken down little by little till the rest of the round. Referee finally separates them when the bell rings, but Fox not giving up her advantage, continues burying her right fist into her foe’s belly until the ref threatens to disqualify her. Emma sagging back into ropes, breathing hard and cradling her midsection. As predicted, a BIG round for Fox as she effectively neutralises her opponent’s big lead from the first two rounds.

ROUND 4:
Here we go with the fourth. Emma now limping slightly, one hand holding her side gingerly from slight bruising. No mercy from Fox, however, who meets her with ferocity: more hands drilling into Emma’s body jerking her about like a ragdoll, then big hooks to her guard buffet her about the ring. Emma not dead just yet though, regains her balance and fires a right cross into her forearms, almost penetrating and grazing the chin. Girls throw themselves at each other, makeshift blows now landing on sides of head and body. Megan is the one panicking this time, her lead evaporating by the second as she just can’t stop Emma’s quick fists landing hard on her nose and lips throughout. All she can do is try another clinch, but Watson backing away too fast, learning her painful lesson prior. FINE BY ME, is what’s going through Megan’s head. Rest of the round sees them settle at opposing ends of the ring, only occasionally coming close to each other to fire off long jabs. Megan finding more success here, with an injured Watson having trouble parrying or blocking those pesky punches. Megan chipping away at Watson’s confidence in turn with every blow landed, especially when she targets the Brit’s chest and tummy, drawing more sharp grunts as they stun her on the spot and force her to back away repeatedly. Megan taking the round like this by close margin, even though both girls have arguably suffered at each other’s hands.

ROUND 5:
Watson needing to look after her bruising midsection, red marks all over her body trademark evidence of Megan’s handiwork. Fox looking to continue successful trend from previous round, and result is both girls staying slightly out of arm’s reach trying to not be the first to make a mistake. Watson reckless, however, sees an opening and flings a right hook hoping to catch Megan’s face, but the champ weaves back and it doesn’t land, allowing the champ to swing her own fist up and under, catching Watson clean on the ribs. WHUFF. Emma folded over, mouth open agape in pain. Fox grinning, keeps her foe in close and continues with the gut-checking: fists pumping in and out of her lithe body. Emma gurking as the air driven from her lungs, arms trying to shoot downwards to protect but entangled by the clinch. A final damaging fist disappears into her stomach and her knees finally BUCKLE! Megan graciously taking a step back as Watson can’t help but sink down to her knees, but the champ not contented, another right hook TORQUED into her face simply aiding her descent to the canvas in brutal KO fashion! Referee checks on Watson but it’s no f*cking use. IT’S OVER!!

Official Decision: Megan Fox defeats Emma Watson via KO5! Megan Fox retains the United Flyweight Championship!

AFTER:
Wow - another decisive win for Megan Fox… No one believed she could have won the title all those months ago, let alone make her fifth consecutive defence in front of this ecstatic crowd. Fox loving every minute of the attention, feels like she hasn't even broken a sweat as she celebrates in-ring with the rest of her trainers and stablemates.

“I told ya - this is MY time, and now I have the bloody record to prove it,” Megan proudly declaring to reporters on her way out, but not before kneeling beside a squirming Watson and hissing the same words (or some variation of it) into her face, one hand clasped tight above in her hair, the other sending slap after slap down below into the sides of her face. Watson mewing softly as her spirit finally broken as much as her body, pleading with Fox to leave her be. Could this really be the same woman she fought all those years ago?

“I don't know what happened tonight, honestly,” the British starlet telling reporters later on once Fox done with her. She’s holding back tears but can’t help one ow two streaking down her pinkish face. “I mean yeah, she’s the champ now, obviously, but still - I expected to do better.”

Asked whether she would demand for a rubber match to determine a best of three between the pair, she shakes her head solemnly and looks down. “Not if it’s gonna be a repeat performance like this… I think- I think I need some time to think, reevaluate my options before I consider another run at the title…”

Well, there you have it folks, the tables turned tonight in another page of the history books between these two girls. Fox retains her dominant streak and every indication continues to point to this girl’s success in a 2018! We wish Ms Watson all the best in her future in the ring!