Results: Lookout!; Words: Caspian

Lily:
(28, 5’6, 112, 7:2 FCBA, VIXENs)
Emma:
(29, 5’6, 7:12 FCBA, Empire Boxing)

BEFORE: Lily Collins giving a smile as the questions come in barrages about her upcoming AHW match against Vanessa Hudgens, almost completely ignoring her true opponent tonight, Ms Emma Stone, who is looking clearly frustrated at the lack of attention.

“Now now, gentlemen. My friend tonight seems to be upset that you aren't asking her any questions. So let me make this quick: I am going to *destroy* Ms Hudgens at our AHW match come December. She can brag all she wants that she’s the Fittest Flyweight, but she hasn't faced someone like me before,” Lily’s eyes firing up with evil intent as she concludes, despite the sudden rise in reporters’ voices yet again. “As for Ms Stone, what can I say but *yawn*. Another American girl to get through to prove that we Brits have yet more class and more skill.”

Emma Stone surprising everyone in the conference room by letting out a big yawn of her own into the mic. She folds her arms and has that classic I-don’t-give-a-sh*t look on her face that she perfected in the movie Superbad. “Forgive me but what the f*ck’s she talking about? There's just so much bullsh*t in that statement that I don't know where to start…” Emma chewing gum as her auburn locks lean forward with her into the mic. “Honey - you're fighting me tonight. Forget Vanessa f*cking Hudgens and look me in the eye when I say you’re in for a world of pain tonight. This American’s gonna beat... you… down.”

Strong words from the redhead last seen clicking her heels together on La La Land with Ryan Gosling, starry-eyed and all. Girls face off on the podium and they’re literally eye to eye on the confident scale. Lily trying again with the trash talk but this time Emma simply rolls her eyes in response.

Lily dressed in classy light pink and red gloves, hair pulled back with a bandana. Emma in spunky orange bikini and red gloves, hair tied up in short bun. Referee prepares to ring the bell; girls look eager to get started:

Round 1:
Both girls immediately meet and coalesce in the center, hovering just out of arm’s reach of one another. Emma known for her brawling tendencies, at least compared to Lily, who’s lean form used to using her speed to hit and run. Collins first to test the guard with a triple slap of leather, almost taken aback when Stone comes a-replying with a BIG right hook that almost takes her head off! Close call and it makes Lily flinch for a second but she returns to that sly grin that suggests to the crowd that it’s all part of the plan. However, what happens next surely isn't: Emma batting a punch straight into her nose in snippy whack whack whack action, stunning her with short and precise shots. Lily grunting as she retreats, forcing Emma to follow, surprises the American back however with a left jab to the guard and then quick SWISH of a hook to the right cheek, shocking Stone back for her efforts. Stone hurt by that exchange, pivots and spins to the side but as she turns, Lily’s already in her face. More snaps of Collins’ jab jab jab into button-nose, the gingerhead’s face is being whacked backwards. Collins chases her about the ring for the remaining one minute and Emma has difficulty warding her off her tail.

Round 2:

Emma not looking so sure of herself at the end of previous round, but returns to form when Lily tries to get in her face again. Jabs from the Brit are taken easily on the forearms, then Lily has audacity to fling a couple of hooks that crash into the side of her head and make her ears ring. What does she think she is, chopped liver? Emma growling to herself before swinging a right hook back, catching Collins flush on the cheek. It’s enough to stun as she feels the weight behind that punch. Emma steps in, straight hand into her chest. Lily gurgling and immediately freezes, her defences paralysed from the stinging pain. It’s enough for Emma to get in closer and bury her lefts and rights into tummy, relishing the sputtering words from the Brit’s mouth above amidst the chopping sounds below. It’s the least pleasant position Collins wished to find herself in - all she can do is clinch forward and try to wrestle but Emma used to being where she is… wrests for better position tugging and pulling on the arms and succeeds in plugging a right fist nto Collins’ belly pak pak pak pak until the bell, when the reference forces them apart. Big comeback for Emma Stone as she takes Collins apart in systematic manner.

Round 3:
Girls having each taken a round wide come into the third slightly cautious. Lily hovering on the outskirts for the first minute, sporadic jabs as warning shots meant for Emma as she tries to close the gap to continue the punishment. Stone getting frustrated from those jabs landing to her head, her own hooks not getting desired range and impact. Once or twice the crowd’s volume rallies along with her when she plants a lucky shot into Lily’s guard to rock her backwards, but Collins managing to scoot away quickly getting out of reach. Second half of the round sees Emma take another swing and MISS, with Lily ducking under this time and planting both hands into the American’s chest, before snapping her red head back with an uppercut swiping to the chin. Emma thrown backwards but more by her own choice, hoping Collins would come in after her, but she doesn't, sly Brit hanging back and grinning between her gloves.

Round 4:
Lily tries the same hit-and-run tactics in the fourth, pestering Emma with jabs from afar. Stone switching to jabs herself, finds a little more success with one or two punches finding cheekbone and lips. Girls start circling each other, wary and unwilling to commit fully. Emma decides to play Lily’s game, sneers at her from behind her guard: “This the little girl who floored Nessa? It must have been pure luck then… no wonder Nessa decked you the second time round…” This seems to light the embers under Lily’s ego - almost immediately the Brit makes for a straight line forward, wanting to punch that big mouth… but it’s just what Emma’s been waiting for… Stone weathering the initial barrage thrown at her head (and absorbing a few to the tummy), then at opportune moment, STUNS Collins with a big right hook to the cheek. Half of Collins’ face contorted by glove as her eyes go wide from the impact. Stone focused, surgical as she continues throwing punches into Lily’s face, backing the Brit girl all the way towards the ropes where she gets a few more licks off of her ‘famed’ tummy - the same one that smothered Vanessa Hudgens out after their first encounter. Stone roaring with dominant pride when the bell rings, leaving Lily gasping for air and hanging onto the ropes.

Round 5:
Stone eager to score first knockdown of the evening but comes a little too strongly at Collins once the bell rings. If anything, Collins moving faster and with more purpose, avoiding punches and then slamming her own fists back into the cheek and side. Not going according to Stone’s plan at all - she makes the mistake of underestimating her Brit rival just like her compatriot did prior. However second half sees Lily making mistakes herself, giving off signs that she wants to brawl when she gets in too close, manages to bury a one-two punch up into Emma’s toned midsection…. Stone struggling, arms flailing, but suddenly finds her purchase when she wraps an arm around Lily’s waist to secure her in place, pulls body in close with her right hand piercing the tummy like a spear. Lily folded over in half by the repeated body-ramming - she’s just not built for brawling… instead gets herself controlled for the rest of the round as Emma doesn't let go and continues the punishment. Girls have to separated at the bell when they refuse to release each other’s necks, other hand continuing to batter flesh. Stone edges out a lead just with that dominant last minute, but original goal of putting Lily down is now up in the air.

Round 6:
Girls start the round cautiously, circling and trading jabs. Emma goes ALL IN all of a sudden, rushing Lily and hoping to clean her clock. Wide hooks are barely missed, inches away from Lily’s nose as she uses evasive manoeuvres to dodge and weave her head sideways and back. Collins doesn't retreat though and attempts to go toe-to-toe with her rival in close quarters - left right drumming the tummy and then snapping Emma’s head back by a rocket of a punch to the jaw. American’s plan gone to sh*t as she’s the one who’s hurt here, trying to retreat. Lily follows her only briefly, one step forward is all it takes and POWERS a right cross straight down the middle of her guard, slamming glove just above the chest and grazing the chin - has immediate, desired effect though: Emma trips over herself and crashes down to canvas! Knockdown Lily Collins in the second minute!!

Crowd’s reaction clearly audible, some approving and others equally dismayed. Quite clear where Collins stands, however: Brit holding her arms up high in perceived victory as she struts back to corner. Referee counting out the fuming Emma, eyes narrowing as she chastises herself more so for her clumsiness, manages to right the wrong by rising back up at the count of 6.

One minute left on the clock and it’s Lily’s turn to try her luck. She bounces off the ropes and comes flying at Stone. American redhead looking on fire, lit up for the wrong reasons with Lily just spanking away at her flanks, jerking her body left and right, left and right. Emma just needs to hang on for another thirty seconds - she uses her skill in a clinch to deny Lily's power behind most of the punches, and both girls are left exhausted at the bell, Collins leaning in and using Emma’s body as a prop simply to stand. Great round for Collins even though both girls looking spent. But can she maintain the momentum?

Round 7:
Emma looks like she’s in agony, limping out of corner holding her side. Lily no better, dusting her head with a shake and then she charges back in, smelling victory… Emma not moving like she did in round 1, simply standing still and taking the abuse, hoping she can weather the storm. Collins may be petite and not a brawler, but tell that to Nessa Hudgens who got her body broken in half before from the sheer tenacity of Collins. Lily repeating the same show now, chopping Emma in half with wicked body blows and then punting her glove upwards on the chin - poor girl doesn't deserve this as everyone knows dominant display from Collins is really meant for someone else she has beef with in the audience. Thankfully she soon puts Emma out of her misery with a winded right hook straight to the face - Emma torques right from the impact and collapses to the ground on her side! She’s not moving, belly flat on canvas - referee declares it over!

Official Decision: Lily Collins defeats Emma Stone via KO7!

AFTER: Lily Collins frazzled and wild as she immediately sheds her gloves and lunges at the fallen redhead. Stone shrieking as Collins pounces on her from above, both hands grabbing and tugging on her hair and just mauling the face with her fingernails. Emma can only groan as the Brit finally mounts her with a knee piercing the belly, then both thighs straddling her waistline and keeping her pinned. Before Emma can protest further her face is engulfed in Lily’s sweaty abs as the Brit leans over and down, both hands still tugging fistsfuls of strawberry locks, thrusting the face upwards and violently shoving Emma’s features into the curves of her belly.

“MMGHHMMGHH--” is the only sound heard from below, Lily breathing and muffin hot air down on top of Emma’s head with a wicked grin on her lips.

“What’s that? Why *thank* you. I know I have the best body around here…” Lily huffs with exhaustion. Tough work for the smotherer as well as the smothered, it seems.

Emma Stone one resilient and stubborn girl however - the smother lasts a good three minutes before her body goes limp from exhaustion and the lack of air. Tired herself, Lily slowly gets up, smiling again as she admires her handiwork: sprawled out redhead, hair frazzled like a lion conquered, tummy and chest rising steadily in wheezing breaths.

Make no mistake - Lily still cautiously keeping one eye on the crowds, watching for her true enemy tonight, who happens to also be on the premises and having a match of her own tonight. The thought of Vanessa getting punched in the face repeatedly brings a smile to Lily’s lips. She turns and heads back to the locker room, casually ignoring the torrent of reporters vying for her attention.