Avril Lavigne
(35, 5’1½, 125 lbs, 34:12 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
Vs.
Emma Roberts
(29, 5’2, 96 lbs, 21:11 FCBA, The Dollhouse)

Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse


BEFORE:
It's time for the Main Event of the evening, where we have a special battle for the title of Flyweight Queen between in-house rivals, both bitter to be in each other's presence.

Security measures in place at the pre-fight press conference as Emma Roberts is the first to enter from a backstage door. The Doll smiles meekly at first but quickly breaks into a wide grin once her fans at the back of the room begin chanting her name. Roberts hopes to make history tonight by taking over the Dollhouse locker room – She managed to defeat Lavigne’s friend Hudgens late last year but hasn't fared well in her previous match against a certain Olivia Holt, which makes pundits doubt her ability to handle the heavier Lavigne.

Still, Roberts is hoping and fully intending to pull off a win tonight and finally prove she is the best-in-stable.

"You know, I'm getting really freaking tired of having to fight all these COWS pretending to be Flyweights. I'm NOT going to discuss my fight against Holt tonight, but that sl*t is built like a f*cking TANK. She had AT LEAST 20 pounds on me! And when was the last time Avril weighed anywhere NEAR 110? Ten years ago? We all know she should be fighting at Bantam, but she's just terrified of getting wrecked there. I mean, can you imagine Avril putting up a fight against someone like Bella?”

Emma snorts into the microphone before she continues.

"I would pay a lot of money to see THAT. This fat-ass calling herself the Flyweight Queen around here is beyond pathetic. And that's exactly why I DEMANDED this rematch. Luckily, Carmen is a very smart woman and recognised the elite talent that I am - she practically had to force Ms. Chubby Scaredy Cat over here to fight me again for the crown. I plan on destroying her fat-ass today and proving what a FLUKE Avril is, especially that completely unconvincing 10th round win of hers the last time we fought. I plan on doing to her what I did to her dear friend Nessie, who by the way, is totally BANNED from this event, just in case Av has any stupid ideas. Nothing is going to save Miss Chubby Two Shoes from the hell I'm about to unleash on her in the ring. Nothing! Get ready to welcome your NEW Queen, boys!" Roberts concludes with a sly grin.

At the other end of the aisle, Lavigne looks about ready to explode, the Flyweight Queen forced to sit still in her chair while her opponent tonight continues to insult her to her face. All Avril can do is roll her eyes left right and center, finally letting loose with a tirade of her own once it's her turn at the mic:

"I mean, maybe Emma doesn't want to discuss it, but I totally do. Holt just wrecked you in five freakin' rounds, Ems, so you don't look so hot anymore. You guys DO remember I kicked both Olivia's and Emma's asses, right? b*tch, pah-lease! I'm not f*cking scared of fighting you again. You don't deserve my attention, considering the fact I'm CLEARLY the best Flyweight in this room. Just LOOK at our records - I'm the one with like, 15 more wins. I'm the one who’s ranked FIRST in this division, and THAT'S why I'm the motherf*cking queen, biatches!!!

Avril's giggles reach a crescendo as she gets excited about her own achievements. Of course, the sight of Roberts' face turning a shade of red is also one that’s lovely to behold. But Ms Lavigne's not done:

"After I totally kick your skinny ass tonight, Em - AGAIN, by the way - you'd better shut the hell up for AWHILE because you're not getting any more chances. No freaking way! This crown ain’t going ANYWHERE tonight, because it's mine, b*tch. Get used to it, boys! Queen Lavigne fo-evvvaaaaa!!!"

We're not sure how these two ladies can even be in the same room as each other - it's like a devil walking into church or an angel finding herself in hell. Who, of course is whom, is entirely up for debate. Ladies are escorted backstage without the official staredown at the podium - the idea itself was simply suicidal, to let these two get near one another. Both Emma and Avril continue firing insults and looks of disdain at each other as we enter the final hours of prep.

Fireworks mark both ladies' entrances as neither girl wants to be outdone tonight. Emma forced to enter first as the so-called 'challenger' to the crown, striding down the ramp in a hail of silver and golden sparkles. Roberts rocking that white and pink outfit that has made served her well thus far, gaining success after success since she joined the Dollhouse roster. The contender to the crown poses confidently in the middle of the ring, one arm raised high as she grins at her fans.

Avril, of course, chooses to enter on her throne. The self-proclaimed Flyweight Queen of the House has her minions hoist her on a pedestal through the velvet curtains, an entitled smirk on the strawberry blonde's face as she cements her Queenly status with a flutter of eyelids. Even her entrance music is regal, with trumpets and French horns announcing her arrival.

Roberts staying calm in her corner of the ring, Just a few moments more, she tells herself, before she can get her hands on her nemesis and end her undeserved reign forever. Avril, on the other hand, is mounting the steps in slow-mo, behaving as though the entire ring belongs to her. She is clad in a white satin robe which she takes off right before climbing into the ring, revealing her signature black and hot pink sports bra and tight shorts with matching gloves. Lavigne then enters the ring, ignoring Roberts with a swivel of hair and a giggle before striding to her own corner.

Something tells us we're in for one hell of a catfight tonight! Referee does his best to contain the excitement of the crowd, but both women are already set in their fighting stances, ready to let rip at the slightest sound of the bell. HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action! This is for the self-proclaimed Flyweight Queen of the House title!

ROUND 1:
Avril aggressive as hell, RUSHES forward and not taking any chances this second time round they’re facing off. The resident Queen immediately starts head-hunting as she shoots in jabs left and right towards Emma. She ain't scoring too many, however, due to Roberts' own unique strategy of keeping the hell away from her opponent. It's definitely a novel way of fighting compared to the last time they fought, where both girls CLASHED from the very start of the opening bell, in a brawl that most resembled a catfight rather than an actual boxing match. Not here - Roberts cold and calculated, been with Lavigne long enough to know her stablemate’s pattern and idiosyncrasies. Roberts blocks and weaves, mainly uses her footwork to establish as much distance as she can, though she can't keep ALL of Avril's attacks from landing. Some quick hands from Lavigne still sting into the blonde’s nose, graze her cheek, with Avril's aggression working as intended, for now at least. Roberts looks none too happy at the bell, but part of her knew all along that this was gonna be a rocky road from the beginning.

ROUND 2:
And Emma's tactics begin to pay off! Roberts is still seen dancing and blocking around Avril’s attacks, whereas Avril is just a mad demon who keeps on rushing forward, teeth bared and claws out. This blatant aggression allows Emma to better contain it, however, as she parries a left hand here, another right jab there, before she returns a sly right hand packed into Avril's face or chest. Lavigne growling mid-round, shrieking, "COME AND FIGHT ME, b*tch!" which only earns a smirk from Emma's lips. Roberts still hanging back, bouncing light on her feet, knows this epic battle they’re in is gonna run the full gauntlet, so she's wisely conserving her energy for now. Wide round back to Roberts.

ROUND 3:
But the Queen ain't gonna be denied forever. Avril's violent temper has worked wonders for her in the past, allowing her to score plenty of victories in the last two years of her resurgent career - here’s another brazen RUSH towards Roberts when she isn't paying attention, and Emma lets out a loud grunt as her arms get battered by a stray hook, her body taking another left hook before she manages to get out of range again. Avril taking no quarter, gives chase almost immediately, until her face is suddenly BASHED in by a return straight hand from Roberts!! OUCHH! Precise strike NAILS its mark as Avril's head goes sailing back at an awkward angle from the impact! AND SUDDENLY, SHE'S ON WOBBLY FEET - Avril goes stumbling backwards before FALLING butt-first to the ground!! We have an early KNOCKDOWN of the night, folks!

Emma allows herself a brief celebration, throwing up a hand high as she spins back to her corner, still a hungry look in her eyes as she watches Avril slowly roll over to her knees, the Queen slowly marching her way back up by the count of 8! Unexpected turn of events and Ms Lavigne might need to reevaluate her strategy going forward, especially if it's only gonna send her to her back!

ROUND 4:
One would have expected last year's Roberts to charge all-in, guns ablazin' at this point, but whaddayaknow, Emma opts to circle and keep her distance, sticking to the game plan that has seen success thus far. Avril is breathing heavy already, slightly wobbly as she comes forth, but not as quickly as last time. Finally, we see a more deliberate approach from the Canadian singer, who pokes and bashes on Emma's guard from afar, using increasing amounts of strength with each combo hitting its mark. Perhaps Emma is regretting now for not jumping in earlier to finish the job, especially when she had the chance - she winds up spending the first two minutes blocking and weaving, but getting tagged on the face by Avril's quick-fire jabs from afar. Only in the final seconds does Roberts choose to stand her ground and go toe-to-toe with her in-house nemesis, with the two best Flyweights on the roster quickly packing gloves into each other’s faces, bodies and breasts - really, anything they can get their hands on. Referee has to force them apart when the bell finally rings, because these two are STILL GOING AT IT!! Poor ref even takes a couple of shots to the face before he manages to shove both hellcats towards their respective corners. Avril's round overall as the Queen hopes to stake a comeback at the expense of Emma’s hesitancy.

ROUND 5:
Roberts rethinking her own plan going forward, with Avril turning down her own aggression and picking punches at her from afar. It’s all part of Avril's scheme as she repeats her jabbing routine on her rival, scoring stiff shots to the middle of Roberts' face. Avril punctuating each stunner with some of her verbal barbs as well, practically shrieking into Emma's face as she bashes another straight hand into her lips: "COME ON, EMS! THAT ALL YOU GOT!?" Roberts left panting hard, trying to make it out of this round alive at least. She locks her arms over her head for protection but then grunts as Avril switches her assault to her torso, bashing a left-right combo into her tummy, pushing her back further. Roberts strikes back this time as Avril closes in fast, nails the Queen right on the nose with a straight hand, but once again UNDERESTIMATES Avril's rage as the Queen roars in with another cross-hand combo that bashes the middle of Emma’s arms… Emma RAGDOLLED as she's HAMMERED right on the chin by a followup uppercut to the kisser!! UGHH!! DOWN GOES EMMA!! Queen Lavigne with a comeback KNOCKDOWN of her own and the rest of us in the arena are not even past the middle mark of this fight!

Lavigne still screaming insults down at her nemesis: "AND STAY DOWN THIS TIME, b*tch!" as Emma crawls, glassy-eyed, to the ropes, where she attempts to pull herself up amidst the referee's slow count. Battle for the ages as Roberts recovers by 8 as well, clear defiance directed at Lavigne as renewed fire burns in both their eyes, each girl determined to take this rivalry all the way to its bitter end.

ROUND 6:
Of course, these two can't keep up their momentum forever. They start the sixth round slow, pacing out of corners with heavy breaths and fists wavering in front of chests. It's Avril who initiates an attack, of course, first slapping leather into Roberts face, then a fast hand poking the belly, only to have Emma return the favour with a combo of her own that forces Avril to bring up her own guard. No worries whatsoever - Roberts returning the tummy abuse, bashing a couple of straight hands into the Avril's midsection whilst she still has a clear target presented to her. Avril's groans getting louder as she's continually thrust backwards for a good minute from the abuse. Lavigne's return fire ain’t as effective, her punches taken on Emma's arms or the nostrils. But Roberts at this point is too full of rage to bother stopping her attack, driving Avril back into the ropes and all prepared to send her down for the second time, when the bell rings to stop her advance abruptly. Avril left sputtering on the ropes, a look of disdain and painful rage directed at Roberts' back. Believe it or not, it’s still a draw for both sides as Roberts' corner also having a field day in between rounds at trying to reduce the swelling on her cheeks.

ROUND 7:
It's still anyone's game here, but Roberts at least has found her ideal target for practice as she repeatedly slams punches into Avril’s body, each time making the singer fold over with a loud shriek. For all of Avril's achievements thus far, she hasn't yet developed the stomach (no pun intended) to survive a sustained assault like this. It’s Emma's turn to taunt her foe in between these exchanges, blocking a high hook from the Queen before jamming her own hand into her tummy, cooing: "How’s that, MISS PUDGY? Does it HURT?!"

Lavigne with little choice but to clinch up mid-round, grabbing at Emma's shoulders and pulling her in for some brief respite. Emma growls back, tries jostling the Queen back into the ropes for more punishment, but gets nailed on the face by a sudden, shoving right-hand swipe from Lavigne, who was just trying to get close enough before she sprung her trap! Emma looks stunned, mouth open and eyes dazed wide as another hook catches her flush on the face, which sends her stumbling to one side. Avril snarling, letting out an enraged shriek now that she's gotten her foe exactly where she wants her. Roberts still not done, however, her turn to cover up and retreat, torso sent jerking left and right as Avril pours in the abuse with whatever strength she has left. Unfortunately, the bell rings soon after, leaving both women breathing ragged at opposite ends of the ring. Looks like this war is far from over!

ROUND 8:
Oh oh….while Roberts is already on her feet looking ready for more as we start the 8th, Lavigne is clearly having some difficulties getting off her stool. A sly smile forming on the challenger’s face as the younger blonde smells blood, with Avril finally making it to her feet 15 or so seconds later.

But if we’re being honest, the Queen is looking completely gassed here, stumbling forward like she's on her last legs! All that explosive energy spent in the first half of this fight, leaving the poor girl running on fumes here as Roberts licks her lips and circles her prey. Avril fending off more jabs from the challenger who still looks relatively energized and light on her feet despite going at it for 8 rounds. Emma cautiously advancing still, lightly circling the exhausted Canadian, with Avril looking legitimately scared here, a mortified “How the hell are you not tired…?!” look on her face, fear that someone like Emma can sense from miles.

Roberts with a slow steady attack at first, jabs poking at defences and not in mint condition herself, but slowly pushing a meek Avril backwards with a combo to her arms and then another few strikes to her midsection. Lavigne mixing her grunts with high-pitched shrieks, especially when her chest is targeted. She's melting away by the minute, too fatigued to defend herself properly as Emma starts blasting her with fast, efficient punches like an artist painting bruises on the soft canvas that is Lavigne’s aching body.

The Queen wincing, doing her best to defend herself as she’s being pushed back by Emma’s aggression. The Canadian clearly panicking as her back finally hits the ropes ending her retreat attempts prematurely as Emma goes to town on the wilting singer like only she knows! Crowd in the arena is loudly sensing the end here as Lavigne gets folded over groaning repeatedly by thudding left-right-left combos to her stomach… ROBERTS ON FIRE now as she throws all caution to the wind, gets right in Avril's face and POURS in the abuse, never mind the fact that Lavigne was already on the verge of collapsing. Avril’s eyes squeezed shut and one hand already clutching hard onto the top rope to support shaky legs, her other hand desperately wavering in front to try and stop Emma's attacks. But Roberts is as relentless as she is merciless! Left right snarl as she continues to chug blows into the Queen’s belly, turning it to literal mush as Avril’s butt slumps against the second rope. Emma glancing menacingly at the referee now, as if to warn him from stopping her too soon away, before planting her left hand on Avril’s shoulder for support while her right hand goes to work on the Canadian’s body BLASTING Avril’s belly button over and over WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The crowd going absolutely wild here as the helpless Queen is getting battered senseless by her own stablemate! Oh dear! Avril looks completely done as her arms dangle limply at her sides, face resting lifelessly on Emma’s chest! Come on ref! Stop this madness! Emma’s crazy! Lavigne is being ragdolled here by a merciless Roberts - WHAP! WHAP! - Why is he not stopping this!?

Carmen Electra has seen enough though, the Dollhouse CEO jumps onto the apron screaming at the ref, waving Avril’s black towel around before throwing it towards the center of the ring, saving her beaten fighter from further abuse by forcing the ref to FINALLY stop the fight! And here it is! The ref with no choice but to signal for the bell and ITS OVER! IT’S OVER! WE HAVE A NEW QUEEN!

Official Decision: Emma Roberts defeats Avril Lavigne via TKO8!

AFTER:
Emma is quickly pushed away from the limp blonde, the wrecked queen collapsing forward, pooling to the mat face first, lifeless arms splayed awkwardly on the mat, butt in air. Dear lord! Poor Avril is not getting off the mat anytime soon folks!

A loud mix of boos and cheers fills the arena as Roberts is declared the winner, exerting her dominance over the fallen Queen by standing behind Avril’s beaten form and placing her boot smack dab in the middle of the singer’s butt, posing gleefully with one arm on her hip and the other raised high above her head.

I doubt anyone has ever seen Emma Roberts smiling like she’s smiling right now as she soaks in the adoration of her fans, and probably even enjoying the plenty of boos from the many Avril fans in the arena here tonight.

Emma then pushes Avril’s behind with her boot, making the Canadian collapse down to her side, rolling on the mat lifelessly. “Get this cow out of my ring, NOW!” the new Queen barks at the Dollhouse medical team who were already making their way into the ring.

Carmen Electra doing her best to control the situation as she climbs into the ring, doing what she can to keep the amused Roberts away from the beaten former queen. Lavigne is clearly unable to evacuate herself from the ring as a stretcher is brought into the ring and the blonde singer is quickly taken out of the ring and carried backstage for further treatment.

Alone in the ring now, Roberts and Electra hug as Emma’s music plays throughout the arena. The Dollhouse CEO congratulating the new queen, handing Emma the coveted crown worn by Lavigne this entire last year. Emma, however seems amused by the prop, inspecting it briefly with a chuckle before casually throwing it to the mat, stepping on it with her boot several times over as the fans cheer her on in both amusement and shock.

Making sure the crown is completely broken, Emma asks for the microphone again - “Do you guys REALLY think I need this pathetic stage prop? I’ll leave the toys to Av…I don’t need your stupid crown Av…everybody already knows I’m the freaking Queen just by looking at me. Watching me. Just like they watched me DESTROY you tonight. There is no more doubt. No more speculations. I’m the freaking BEST and I proved it beyond any doubt tonight!” She pauses, as an evil smile grows on her face . “It’s a new age! An Ice age! Bow down to your f*cking Ice Queen!!!”

And with that, Roberts drops the mic and climbs her corner ropes, standing regally on the second rope to face the crowd, hands on hips as camera flashes paint the cheering audience white.

It’s a new year and a new era for the Dollhouse as a new (ice) queen rises, and perhaps we haven’t heard the last of Lavigne in this rivalry – but Emma Roberts has clearly made her statement tonight with her dismantling of the former queen in what is probably the biggest win of her career to date!