Words: Knowlesey    Pictures: cbr

Katy has long been a girl that the British celebrities love to hate, and she has come to the UK now just to fight big Gemma Atkinson, who, she has said, needs to learn some manners. Neither the FCBA nor BBU want to sanction such a fight, which will, like all Apartment Lingerie fights, be treated as unofficial, agreed between stable managers, but not actively supported by them.

Gemma is excited at the chance to fight Katy, and will be making sure that she looks good for the event, wanting to overshadow the always shapely and sexy Katy.

Katy has been gloating how easy she finds it to beat British girls saying, “Yeah! I lived here for a while, and I remember Gemma! A stupid looking f*cking whore of a b*tch, who has no talent except for a big pair of tits!” Gemma has countered, calling Katy, “yesterday’s girl” with Katy promising, “I’m gonna pummel the fat cow, and make her worship my fine ass!”

But now the talking must stop, because it’s fight time, and here’s the announcer:

"Tonight, Apartment Lingerie Boxing Association proudly presents you an international fight between two larger than life characters, and who love to inflict pain and damage on their opponents, so please give them both a big welcome as they fight it out tonight, with the winner needing to knock out her opponent, or make her beg for mercy! And so, in the blue corner, from England, please welcome one of the best known celebrity boxing stars, the gorgeous Gemma Atkinson!" Gemma grins broadly as she she steps out of her robe and fightfans cheer as she reveals herself in her pink bra, panties and stockings and MMA gloves, and she parades around the room, banging her fists together.

The announcer gazes at Gemma in awe and continues, "And in the red corner, her opponent tonight, all the way from the US of A, please welcome the superstar who is Katy Perry !” The audience screams in support for both girls as Katy unpeels her robe to reveal her outfit of baby blue bra, knickers and suspender belt, with white stockings and MMA gloves, and she looks so ready to fight tonight, her cornermen needing to stop her pitching into Gemma already, her hair specially dyed platinum blonde for the occasion!

The opening bell rings, and the girl go at each other straight away, with a very aggressive Katy hitting Gemma to her face with three solid right hand punches, Gemma too slow to defend herself, but she hits Katy up under her right boob with a left uppercut in response, Katy glaring back at her in anger, then smacking more punches into her face, left hook, right hook, left cross – Gemma’s hurt and defending herself, keeping her hands tight to her cheeks, so Katy decides to open her body up, really giving it to Gemma tonight as she presses the big Brit back to the apartment wall and lands some heavy, energy sapping blows to her midsection, Gemma’s eyes widening with the pain, but she isn’t a girl to just take a hammering, and she grits her teeth, then unloads a right uppercut to Katy’s body, getting a satisfying gasp from the singer’s lips, then manages to push her back to the wall next to where Gemma was pinned, and hits her good and hard in the mouth with a left hook, Katy sagging slightly at the knees, but staying focussed, takes a right to her ribs, but spots how Gemma left herself uprotected, and counters beautifully, her fists crashing into Gemma’s face to knock her backwards, the Brit bleeding from her nose by the time the bell ends the opening round.

After a tough first three minutes, both girls sit down heavily, Gemma’s guys working to her nose and a swollen right cheek, Katy’s tending her mouth, with a little blood dribbling from the left corner, but they’re both up and ready before the bell rings for round 2.

Each girl now has some respect for the other’s punching power if not for each other, Gemma quicker off the mark this time, and she pings Katy’s head back with a neat straight right to her chin, then swats her across the cheek with a left hook, but stays too close, and gets hit and hurt with Katy’s right hook, which she quickly follows with another, then unloads a left hook to the Brit’s body, Gemma grunting as that punch drills into her liver, and she drops her right arm in response, Katy taking advantage straight away, crashing her left fist into Gemma’s face, and as the Brit retreats, backing into the wall, there’s blood running from an evil gash in Gemma’s eyebrow, the big girl unsteady on her feet as well, Katy giving her some more, keeping her backed into the wall, crashes three more punches into Gemma’s face, bloodying her left eye as well now, Gemma not going down though, as she fights back, and hits Katy to her ribs and midriff, then throws a lovely right uppercut up between the American’s arms, splitting her lips and sending her to the floor, sprawled on her back, only getting to her feet at 7, and Gemma’s closing in to finish her off, thumping her with a right hook to her face, the bell surely saving Katy from defeat.

Sitting on their chairs, both girls need treatment, Katy’s mouth bleeding freely, her left cheek swollen, her body bruised, with Gemma badly cut to both eyes, a huge bruise on the right side of her midsection, and they don’t get up until the bell rings for the third round.

Katy bobs and weaves, then rips into Gemma’s body with hard punches, again targeting her liver, and she’s hurt the big Brit very early in the round, Gemma squealing now as she staggers backwards, steadies herself but crouches, making her face a simpler target for Katy’s fists, the American really tucking into her, landing a couple of brutal left hooks directly onto her already badly cut eye, the gash deepening, Gemma’s knees buckle a little, and Katy slams in a hard, straight right fist to her mouth, then a left hook to her ribcage, and a savage right to her nose, Gemma going down like a sack of potatoes, her nose streaming blood, but she gets back up at 6, takes another big hit to her liver area, Katy starting to enjoy herself, her punches always accurate, and she’s got Gemma struggling again, bent over, so she straightens her up with a lovely left handed shot to her jaw, a punch she started from her left hip and drilled up and across Gemma’s face, the Brit thudding back into that unforgiving wall, Katy waiting for her to bounce back towards her, and she does, the singer puts her down again, a left hook to the mouth, then a right to the cheek, and Gemma’s down and looking up through a red mask at a grinning Katy, who’s motioning for her to get up again. Gemma gets herself back up at 8, but immediately regrets her decision as Katy presses her into a corner of the room and works her over, laying hard, strength-sapping punches into her already reddened body until the bell rings again, Katy telling Gemma, “I got you now, sl*t!” to which the Brit can only whisper, “I know!” before they return to their chairs.

Katy’s left cheek has worsened during that round, and is impacting on her vision, her lips also looking very sore, but Gemma really is getting busted up, her cutman struggling to staunch the flow of blood from her eyebrows, whilst another assistant has cotton buds up her nostrils, nobody having the space to do anything about her body or her mouth, as the bell calls the girls for round 4.

And much to Katy’s surprise, it’s Gemma who starts the round with more enthusiasm, the Brit peppering the American babe’s face with straight punches, knocking Katy’s head back, presses her to the nearest wall, then rips at her with a good right hook, opening a cut on Katy’s left cheekbone, but Katy just snarls, “F*ck you!” as she puts her hand to it, then crashes her right fist into Gemma’s mouth, and her left back into her body, Gemma’s knees again buckling, and this time they let her down, and she drops to her knees, the tears beginning to flow, mingling with her blood, but she gamely gets to her feet again at 7, her arms too low to help her, her energy drained, so that Katy has an easy target, smashing her fists into Gemma’s face, left, right, left, another right, and another, and back down goes Gemma – and she isn’t getting up this time, the big Brit’s on her back, arms above her head, thighs spread, she’s done!

Katy Perry leaps around, “I told the sl*t what I’d do, and I did it!” She looks at Gemma, being tended by her cornermen, and demands, “Bring her here!” The guys pull the battered Brit over to the victorious American, and she drops to her knees in front of her, Katy grabbing her hair, pulling her head up, then slapping her face to and fro, “You’re my slavegirl, now! Understand?” Gemma nods slowly, “Yes! I’m your slavegirl, mistress!” and, laughing, Katy tells her, “Kiss my feet!” Gemma just does as she’s told after Katy lets her hair go, her blood running onto Katy’s proffered stockinged feet as she kisses and licks away at them, for as long as Katy wants, then shudders as the American promises her, “And when you’ve recovered from this, I’m gonna do you over again!”