Cara:
(26, 5’8, 2:4 FCBA, Free Agent) 

Astrid:
(31, 5’7, FCBA Debut, Free Agent)

Results: Looktout!, Story: Caspian

BEFORE:
The first match of the evening and somehow, all that charity nonsense already out the window. Cara Delevingne throwing shade at her smaller and slightly older opponent tonight, suggesting that she’s the real main attraction:

“I kicked ass in *Valerian*, no matter whether you liked the movie or not. As for Astrid, I have no idea why she’s even here - all she’s been is a little mermaid and a f*cking wizard. Big f*cking hoo-haa,” Delevingne singing her own praises and relishing the spotlight. The British starlet is certainly dressed for the occasion: In the same style of the Golden Globes, Cara wearing either all white (or black), choosing to portray a more angelic-side of her that contradicts her true personality underneath, evident from her donning golden gloves and sticking out her tongue for the camera.

By contrast, her opponent tonight remaining calm and collected as she sits at the opposite end of the table, arms folded across chest, brushing her hair away occasionally. When it’s her turn to speak: “I would say that you got it the other way round, Cara. Valerian kicked *your* ass. That movie was a complete bomb, and I’m thankful to not have seen it back in my home country, France—"

Cara seething, interrupting and biting back: “Yeah?? Well, you’re… you’re a little French piece of snot if you think you’re gonna win tonight! Go back to flappin’ your little tail, Little Mermaid!”

The insult brings nigh a small smirk on corner of Astrid’s mouth, as she follows the ref to the center podium, keeping that same nonchalant expression on her face, showing Cara how little she cares about the blonde and her acting career. Cara’s skin having gotten under, grinding her teeth as she glares back in a black one-piece swimsuit that dips down sharply from the neck, whereas Astrid in sparkling white and silver piece, not unlike any mermaid’s tail we’ve seen as it catches the sunset. Girls seemed to have truly forgotten that they’re doing this for charity... an afterthought as they ready themselves in corner and prepare to get it on for personal gain. The referee waves his hand and here we go!

ROUND 1:
Tentative punching from both sides in wild opening seconds, with both girls showing little hesitation and just flinging punches at each other’s face once they get in range. Tags to the chin and cheek as they let leather loose , mutual grunting from their lips as they show surprising resilience and hunger to take the first round for themselves. Astrid surprising the masses as her lean frame eating plenty of punishment but dishing out as much (or more) without breaking much of a sweat. Cara the one who suffers by underestimating the newbie, gets driven backwards towards the end of the round as more jabs start landing in quick succession on her face than she’s giving out. Astrid may be new and may not look like much, but by golly she’s out-punching Cara all the way to the bell. Triumphant smile on her face caps off the round as she celebrates back to corner. She knows she’s taken this round in her favour, but judging from the red marks covering parts of her cheeks, we wonder whether it was worth it for the French beauty to go all in so early.

ROUND 2:
Second round begins and ironically both girls betray the pain they’re in: much slower start than the first, both now cautiously pacing left and right, circling and trying to get past defences and wary about charging in recklessly. Astrid flicking occasional jabs hoping to get lucky and land, but Cara not to be underestimated this time. Delevingne now with more breathing space, uses her superior footwork and experience to rout the newcomer with jabs galore. Astrid yelping as her body peppered with incoming blows - now it’s her turn to get driven around the ring by a resurgent Cara. Late in the round, Astrid tries to rally and stand toe-to-toe with her, but it’s too little, too late, and while she succeeds in sniping at the body and chin, she’s rattled late by a power hook to the face, sending her packing back to the ropes. Before Cara get rush in, the bell rings and seals Astrid’s fate for now. 

ROUND 3:
It’s evident that both girls want the win, and Astrid in particular personally peeved by recent comments that she’s here as sacrificial lamb, and the girl fights like hell to prove them wrong in the third. Cara not being used to handle pressure too well, from what we’ve seen so far, so when Frisbey charges her swinging, she’s caught off-guard, allowing a one-two combo to land hard on the belly, before her face turned to the side by another glancing hook. Delevingne growls though the abuse and stands her ground, eager to back up her own words that she’s the better, more grizzled fighter. So girls stand and trade in close quarters for a good thirty seconds, but Astrid managing to duck under patented right hook from the Brit - it goes sailing overhead - flash of movement as Berges comes up from underneath like the Loch Ness Monster, follows through with with a snap uppercut WHAM to the chin, sending Cara flying back into the ropes. All that aggression extinguished in a heartbeat, especially when Astrid rushes forward intending to finish her off: now her body getting battered from all directions, Astrid just wailing away to put her down early. Cara only succeeds in stopping the barrage by clinching forward and denying Astrid a potential knockdown by controlling her arms. Girls roughly shove at each other’s shoulders before they’re finally separated at the bell. Astrid looking proud, smiling to herself back to corner, whilst leaving Cara pasty-eyed and breathing hard.

ROUND 4:
Even round sees girls catching their breath again - circling each other at first, but then Astrid remembers that she’s in the lead and doesn’t have to hold back. Just like that the Frenchwoman goes charging straight at her foe, but Cara saw it coming a mile away, side-steps a big right hand from Berges. There’s a moment of stunned silence in Astrid’s eyes as she realises her mistake too late... BLAM of a left glove fills the void as Cara counter-swings a hook straight back into her face! ASTRID FALLS BACK LOOSE AND GROGGY, almost taking a wobbly knee from that blow! Cara immediately on her though as she stalks her backwards: more straight hands stun the face and Astrid’s looking to be in trouble early! Another power hook to the guard flings her arms way way off to one side, then ANOTHER rotates the poor girl on the spot as it lands clean on the cheek! With a deep groan she goes spinning sideways and collapses hard onto canvas! It’s f*cking over folks!

Official Decision: Cara Delevingne defeats Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey via KO4!

AFTER:
Good gosh - why hasn’t this girl been signed yet?? Cara finishing her opponent off with a dominant display of both power, skill and poise. Big grin as she deliberately walks over Astrid’s prone form back to her corner, where she raises a confident hand to the crowd and roars ‘BRING IT ON!’

Astrid getting checked over by medics as soon as they flood the ring, turning the actress over to her back to face the bright lights, her pouty lips still sucking in air, eyes processing what just happened.

“F*CK it’s good to win!” Cara beaming to reporters ring-side, completely ignoring the broken mass of her opponent rolling her head back and forth. “She tried to bully me and look what happened to her.”

Astrid finally awake, semi-conscious as she’s sat up against the ropes, chest still bellowing in and out, nostrils flaring. Not that Cara seems to care, continuing her victory rant to reporters, before eyeing Astrid with a steady glare, smirking back. “F*ck you, you little french mermaid. If you ever want another piece of British guns, you know where to find me!” 

Cara puckering her lips for an air smooch whilst flexing a bicep for the cameras, before exiting the ring to the cheers of her fans. She leaves Astrid as a broken wreck in the opening fight. The French actress showing some spunk but still has a ways to go before she can hang with the big girls.