Emma Roberts:
(27, 5’2, 98 lbs, 100 lbs, 1:4 FCBA, The Dollhouse)

Vs.

Emma Watson:
(27, 5’6, 112 lbs, 11:18 FCBA, VIXENs)

(Words: Caspian / Results: Lookout!)

BEFORE:
"It goes without saying that I'm the better, more respected actress. Emma Roberts opens up with a cocky tone. "I mean, those stupid Harry Potter films can only keep you relevant for so long, right?" She laughs. "I'm also smarter, hotter and prettier than Watson, as I’m sure you all would agree,” Roberts says, smiling icily at Watson from across the press conference room.

Emma Watson glaring cooly back, but makes no move for the microphone, letting her American counterpart continue with her opening salvo.

"So honestly, the question left in the air here is who's better in that ring. And, don't get me wrong guys, she's had some impressive wins… I'll give her that…. BUT... I'm currently 2-0 under my new management, who CLEARLY know what they’re doing as they help me unleash ALL of my potential. As to Ms. TWATson here, she's been doing nothing but losing lately in the ring, and signing onto a new stable ain’t gonna change that fact, dearie,“ Roberts concludes with a smirk.

"To conclude...If any of you weren't sure who's the superior Emma...Simply wait till I'm done with her tonight and you'll realize how DUMB you were for not knowing the obvious answer: ROBERTS!" Emma R concludes, raising her voice at the end to emphasize her last name, which is summarily echoed by the spattering of her fans in the room.

Emma W’s lips curl into that classic, British look of condescension, waiting with all the patience of a mountain being assaulted by a breeze as the cheers soon die down in the hall. “Maybe Collins was right about you American brats - all you do is just yakkity-yak, yakkity-yak,” she says calmly, watching Roberts’ face turn a brighter shade of pink at the memory of her getting beat down by fellow Brit, Lily Collins, exactly one year ago as well.

“This is a shout-out to Lily as much as you, Roberts - I’m back in the ring and intend to have the rightful homecoming I deserve. I’ve already beaten you once, Lily. Now, I’m gonna beat your first conquest in the ring as well.” 

Roberts seething as both girls meet face-to-face in the ring. Facing one washed-up Brit might have been enough for Roberts before, but now, she clearly doesn’t relish the idea of losing to another. Watson, however is no Lily Collins, she continuously tells herself, as she purposefully ignores the call to touch gloves with her outstretched mitts, letting out a short laugh at the other girl’s presumptuous nature, spinning on her heels back to corner.

Here we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action!

ROUND 1:
For all their tough talk, neither girl really going all out ballistic in the opening seconds. First they circle, preliminary jabbing not striking gold, if any. Roberts looks more than hesitant here - uncharacteristic of her - perhaps Watson’s words having gotten to her good and early. But Emma W doing little to capitalize either - fear of losing yet ANOTHER fight etched into the back of her mind. Notable exchange of wild punches comes in the opening of the third minute, when a first lunge by Roberts is dodged by Watson, who stuns her back with a one-two combo into the mouth. But Watson doesn't get outta there quick enough - Roberts returns fire in range, and both ladies land some stiff shots to the face because they ignore defense. Bell rings and Watson taking it by a close margin, but it’s too early and close to tell who’s really in charge.

ROUND 2:
Both Emmas up the tempo by resuming the same abuse where they left off, crashing into each other down the middle. They’ve each gotten a taste of the action and want some more. But Roberts the hungrier girl, getting socked in the face a couple of times by Emma’s jabs, but just SNARLING and biting back with a flurry of her own. Watson doesn't seem as comfortable with the stinging pain, starts retreating when she can't handle the heat. Roberts all too obliging to give chase, pounding away on her guard and into tummy like she’s expecting to mow Watson down on the spot. But it’s not enough - the Harry Potter star getting decimated by the pressure this round but she manages to avoid her back hitting the ropes. Still, Roberts celebrating like she’s already won as soon as the bell rings, raising both triumphant hands into the air with a big grin on her face. Could she be right?

ROUND 3: 
All hesitation now long gone as Roberts rushes in for the kill. Seems like the Dollhouse star really wants to put her money where her mouth is. Watson in trouble early on, trying to defend her head but getting her tummy pounded on by Roberts’ thudding hooks from the sides. She’s showing no quarter, pressuring Watson back to the ropes with a barrage of punches and then continues her indiscriminate wailing on the helpless Brit. If Robert’s not careful here she might leave herself open to a counter WHAPP - Emma W fighting back, stunning her with a well-placed hook the head! Roberts stunned but refusing to give up her advantage, squaring her hips and RETURN firing shots into supple belly. Emma trying to rally but getting folded in half repeatedly, stopping her in her tracks. Before she can clinch up however Robert strikes again: a swift ONE-TWO to the jawline and WATSON F*CKING CRUMPLES! Good LORD what a shot that was, catching the wayward Brit from out of nowhere. Now she’s pooled at Robert’s feet, hands grasping meekly at her ankles. Roberts supporting herself on the ropes, almost tumbling over herself from the momentum, but then gives a ROAR to the audience as confirmation that she’s back in the f*ckng house and belongs!

Referee however doing his due, and it looks like this fight’s not over yet, with Watson trying to get back onto shaky feet from this early humiliation. At the count of 8 she pulls herself back up using the ropes, pink-faced and groggy, but very much still breathing.

There's one minute left on the clock so here comes Roberts, literally springing forward with a hard right cross, but it’s taken on the gloves and pushes Watson back again. Watson doing her best to move out of the way of onslaught, trying to weather. She knows this is NOT a good fight for her thus far, but what can she do but hold on? Another stunning right hand digs firmly into her gut and Roberts leaves her hanging and panting hard on the ropes when the time runs out. Well, at least she’s still standing...

ROUND 4:
Roberts tries to seal the deal in the fourth but,can't seem to draw on any reserves to put her over the finish line. Watson by contrast avoiding those punches with relative ease, but she’s not doing much damage in turn. Perhaps it’s enough for now, letting Roberts tire herself out, flinging hooks into open and thin air, occasional snap jab into her face doing enough to turn the tide back in her favour, but not by much. Watson picking up steam in the final minute, sending a flurry of quick jabs into Roberts’ nose, making her wince and water, but the Brit gets overconfident again and tries a step-in big swing at her head - but MISSES... Roberts weaving back at last moment, return uppercut chops neatly into the chin, knocking head and body back into the depths. Before she can rush in to secure the win, however, the bell saves the Brit from a second potential knockdown of the night, and possibly whatever’s left of her pride. 

“Next round - you're going DOWN, Ems!” Roberts laughing out loud as she gestures at her with a shaking fist.

Watson shaking her own stars from her head as she rubs at her jaw gingerly, worry in her eyes.

ROUND 5:
My word - the vaunted Gryffindor girl can't seem to catch a break. Every time Watson seems to be put one foot in the door, Roberts just beating her right back out. The Brit sought to capitalize on her American counterpart’s lack of stamina in the fifth - attacks right down the middle seem to go unanswered as she walks Roberts across the ring for a good twenty seconds, only to get BASHED in the face by a wicked right hand straight. UGHH. Watson squealing as she falls back, melting away like paper in a breeze. She’s just not used to getting punched repeatedly in the face. Roberts however in no condition to give chase either, and for a while both girls simply hover in front of each other in similar scene to the first round. Watson clearing tears from her eyes as she goes on the offensive, but Roberts easily taking the jab combo on her arms, sends a right hand crashing into the chest, looking to repeat that shock success. Both Emmas reset at opposite ends of the ring, looking forlorned and not knowing how to proceed. The bell saves them both, and this time it’s Roberts who’s speechless, lungs emptied and wondering what else she needs to do to put this foreign pest away.

ROUND 6: 
Girls at least taking tentative steps towards each other when the bell rings. Again with the hesitation from both corners. Roberts shoots a one-two combo then flings a half-hearted hook, hoping for lightning to strike twice. Emma however not that gone yet, easily blocks and bobs. Now her turn: whap - snap jab lands on the nose. Whudd whud - another combo lands square on Roberts’ midriff. WHAP - BIG right hand crashes down the middle of her guard - Watson stepping into that one and catching her foe completely off guard. Roberts reeling, off balance, and Emma POUNCES. Hook to the liver and then followup right FUMP to belly button - Roberts groans as she’s folded over in pain, tries clinching forward but it’s not tight enough - Emma scooping under, more dull hooks spanking at belly, then short, snap uppercuts reaching under and up, knocking teeth into each other. Bell rings before Watson can seal the kiss, however, with the ref pulling them apart. Emma now grinning mischievously to herself as she realizes she took the round wide, capitalising on Roberts dwindling energy.

ROUND 7:
Like we said, this fight thrown together last minute by both girls’ management and rumour has it the reason for the rush was that both ladies couldn't wait to get a piece of each other. They CLASH right in the middle again to emphasise that point. Watson now doing away with her defensive jabbing, surprising Roberts when she ducks under a big hook and comes in close to brawl with a CHUG right hand to body. Roberts’ eyes widen with fear, soon confirmed when another double uppercut burrows in low - left hand into gut, right hand glancing painfully off her chest. Roberts squealing, wraps around around her to protect. But it doesn't stop Watson, who’s muscling the smaller girl back into the corner with grim purpose. Roberts realising she’s trapped too late - she’s digging gloves into Emma’s side, until she eats a dull hook to the cheek from corner of her eye - PHWAAH - growl of both pain and panic as Roberts shoves at abs below but they don't seem to budge her. ANOTHER hook lands clean on other side of cheek and there she goes - SPINNING along the ropes before keeling over face first onto canvas!! It looks like it’s OVER FOLKS!

The referee performing his obligations still, less some call him unfair, but Roberts not doing her part this time, snoozing on the floor with a bit of drool pooling at the corner out, eyes fluttering wildly. He reaches the 10-count and waves it off!!

Official Decision: Emma Watson defeats Emma Roberts via KO7!

AFTER:
Watson battling herself back into relevance, but this battle surely not the Brit’s best performance, and she knows it. 

“Roberts talked big and hit small. My only regret was not being able to shut that mouth of hers earlier,” Emma celebrating softly post-fight, noticeable bruises littering her body and signs of a black eye already forming under one eyelid. Otherwise, the newest addition to the VIX brand looking cheerful at her debut victory.

As for Emma Roberts, she’s quickly revived after the fight, now looking crestfallen as she’s comforted corner-side by Bella Thorne, who’s cradling her face and checking for damage.

“I HAD her…” Roberts sobbing softly, still in denial. “I f*cking had her…”

“Shhh. I know, sweetie, I know,” Bella responds softly, but her eyes already glaring daggers at Watson, who’s indiscriminately celebrating with her new stablemates in corner. 

Could this be *another* potential rivalry in the making between both stables? Both sides seem to think this clash is far from over. For now though, the battle of the Emmas is one for the history books.