Avril Lavigne:

(33, 5’2, 132 lbs, 4:6 FCBA, The Dollhouse)  

Vs.

Becky G:

(21, 5’0, 106 lbs, FCBA Debut, Free Agent) 

Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse

BEFORE: 

Next on the menu, Avril Lavigne will be facing off against Latino wunderkind Becky G, who’s making her debut performance and who’s hoping to make it a strong one.  

Avril of course first to enter the arena, wide smirk on her face as she comes down the ramp to the lyrics of ‘Hey, hey / You, you / I don't like your girlfriend / No way, no way / I think you need a new one’ and the wild chants of the crowd.  

The Canadian blonde is wearing her usual fight attire – a black sports bra with a pink trim and matching short tights with LAVIGNE etched on the side in pink. Her black and pink gloves and blonde hair in a high ponytail complete her ring look. 

Earlier at the press conference, the Canadian singer equally callous with her words about her opponent:  

"I've never heard of her until about a month ago. When Carmen brought her name up, I was like, "WHO?!” Then I watched some of her videos on Youtube and they pretty much all sucked… especially the music.” Avril laughs. “She seems like a boring Selena Gomez wannabe… Why anyone would want to be like Selena Gomez, I have NO idea. LOL. She tries to look tough but she's just a stupid teenager who’s never fought before. So yeah, I'm definitely kicking her ass tonight!” 

Becky’s turn to speak and the look of disgust on her face can’t mean anything good is going to come out of her mouth.   

"Uhmm… well… I was planning on being be a lot… umm… nicer… here tonight. BUT since Avril is being such a cocky B-I-T-C-H… I think I’ll say what I REALLY think,” Gomez opens up in an irate tone, then launching into a full tirade at her opponent. “So yeah, it’s my first official fight. Do I seem worried to anyone? I'm 21, she's 33. Looks like she's way past her prime, both physically AND musically. And as everyone knows, even when she was in her prime she was basically a huge joke… So… here are the facts: I'm way younger, I'm way fitter, I'm faster… what else? I’m pretty sure that I'm tougher than her, and honestly? I saw some of her fights… and…” She chuckles – “I'm probably better than her at boxing already! She's all bark and no bite. All she knows how to do is brawl. The only thing she has on me is experience, but it doesn't seem like she's smart enough to learn from it anyway. She also has another problem… She's seen nothing of me… she doesn't know how I fight… what to expect… what I'm capable of… and she's gonna find out the hard way tonight. She's NOT ready for me. I'm not Ariana Grande… I can take a punch, and MY punches actually HURT. She can't brawl with me. I wanna see her try! She’s not going to forget me after tonight, I promise..... or, maybe I'll beat her so badly she'll forget tonight ever happened. Heh. We'll see.” Becky chuckles, finally slowing down and relaxing a bit. “But yeah…I mean… a young tough hot tempered Latina against a spoiled stuck up blonde white chick, who do you THINK is gonna win?" she smiles cockily at the stunned blonde. 

Avril rolling her eyes as Becky begins talking, mimicking the young singer’s meandering words with her hands opening and closing non-stop, which is a little like the pot calling the kettle black, if we’re being honest, but soon enough Becky’s words begin to penetrate, the blonde’s arrogance replaced with a serious scowl as she stares in disbelief at the spunky young Latina giving her a piece of her mind. By the time Becky is done, Avril’s jaw needs to be picked off the floor – no one including her was ready for THAT monologue. The older singer exchanging shocked & confused, perhaps even concerned looks with her trainer Kristanna Loken, as if suddenly having second thoughts about this fight tonight. 

Becky G no stranger to extravagant entrances, of course, and she’s up next making a grand show at the stage front with swirling sparklers and curiously similar lyrics from her own similarly-titled song Girlfriend being blasted through the speakers: ‘If I was your girlfriend / I’d have to let you know / I only want the “real” thing / Never puttin’ on a show’. Perhaps this is an indication of some bad blood between both singers at their choice of entrance music. However Becky seems pretty positive her song is the better one as she struts down the aisle in a sexy dark red sports bra and black tights, black gloves firmly on her hips as she confidently makes her way to the ring to a moderate but respectable amount of cheers. She swiftly climbs into the ring, giving her blonde opponent a death stare once inside, quickly erasing Lavigne’s brash grin off her face. 

Finally it’s fight time, and both girls look ready to let their fists resume the war of words. Referee rings the bell and here we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action!  

ROUND 1: 

Avril back to cocky in corner, even when the bell rings, doesn't seem to take Becky’s advance any seriously, laughing and gesturing that she has this fight in the bag. Only when a sudden jab-jab combo is fired up by G, hitting the guard, does Avril squeal in outrage, but the kicker comes when a follow-up right hand PLUNGES down low, almost disappearing into Avril’s relaxed tummy. GHHHRRAHH from her lips as Avril’s face contorts into a mixture of pain and shock, that uppercut really winding her from the get go. Becky wasn't expecting to find success so early of course, shrugs and seizes it anyways, now hounding Lavigne across the ring as the Canadian attempts to play catch up but can't seem to get the Latino girl off her ass. How do we put this nicely? It’s a DISASTROUS opening round for Avril and one that threatens her dominance for the rest of this fight. The humiliated blonde waddling back to her corner frowning as she realizes her opponent may actually be able to back up her words after all. Becky exuberant, jumping up and down back to corner at having such an easy go at her opponent this early. 

ROUND 2: 

Of course, Avril learning her lesson fast, two eyes focused on Becky like a lioness wanting to clamp down on a piece of meat. Both girls warily approaching the other from opposite ends. As much as she would like it, Becky not going to find as easy pickings like the previous round. Avril now the first one to spring the attack, scoring with a few jabs to the nose unabated. Becky in shock as the blows land stiffly, as though the first time getting punched in the face in her life. Avril capitalizing, slamming hooks off the younger girl’s flanks left right, before driving her back with a lunging straight hand that hits at the guard. Plenty of technique on display here as Avril quickly reestablishes her punching power and technique, giving the newcomer plenty of pressure as she harasses her about the ring for a good majority.. Becky now the one in trouble, can only flick occasional jab into Avril’s chin or body but they don't seem to have any effect, pale in comparison to the number of punches Avril is throwing at her face in turn. Wide round goes back to the Canadian singer as she appears to have found her stride, at least for now... 

ROUND 3: 

Brawlin’ culture as both girls CLASH in the middle of the ring in the third, eager to climb over the other with a lead. What can we say folks - they sink fangs into each other and just BANG away! There has to be something afoot here with them so eager to clean each other’s clocks! Grunts mixing with the sound of leather spanking on skin, Avril and Becky each targeting the other’s bodies with alternative hooks landing side to side. Finally this is too much for one girl – Avril’s being beaten backwards from the sheer number of punches landing on her wilting midriff. Unfortunately for Ms Lavigne’s fans, she’s still not the Amazonian warrior she constantly makes herself out to be, all that time out of the gym and the ring coming back to bite her now as she’s bullied back to the ropes with stiff straights to her body, then dull uppercuts chugged into the midsection from close quarters. Avril in trouble, protecting her head like she knows to do in such a situation, but that leaves down low completely exposed. Becky happy to exploit: battering the blonde’s soft belly over and over - final uppercut just CHURNS tummy flesh as Avril’s feet leave the ground a couple of inches into the air, poor girl’s eyes bulging as she COLLAPSES down onto her knees, groaning loudly. It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Becky G in spectacular fashion! Is this over before it even started?? 

Avril’s corner bellowing at her to get up, whilst Becky grinning down, flicking her hair back before taunting her opponent “Hurt that gut of yours, softie?! Told ya you can’t brawl with me, b*tch! I’m too much for you! You’re lucky I’m not allowed to just finish you right here & now!” then sauntering back to corner, leaving Avril gasping for air on her knees. Not the best place for the blonde to find herself in - she’s well aware of the referee’s steady counting from above, forcing her legs to work and her body into overtime, managing to make it back to shaky legs by the count of 8. Disaster averted - for now - with Ms Lavigne’s body pushing the limits, and we’re only in Round 3! Can she survive this brawl all the way to ten rounds?? 

ROUND 4: 

Becky G gleefully charging forward in the fourth, looking to finish this. Avril smartly gets the f*ck out of range as quickly as she can - she knows her body’s still aching and can ill-afford another hard knock at this stage. The Dollhouse member still quick on her feet at least, avoiding Becky’s punches like the plague. She’s guarding that midsection religiously, willingly eating a couple of jabs to the face but that’s better than getting shot to her stomach, she reasons. Late in the round, Avril testing the waters will some reserved jabbing herself. Becky looks as if she’s seen a ghost as the first few punches land square on her nose and lips, as though it’s impossible to believe that Lavigne has any fight left in her at all. But fighting spirit she does possess, Avril even tagging the Latina’s chest towards the end with a left-left-left combo, stunning Becky with a defiant squeal. Avril the one laughing back to corner this time, past debacle all but forgotten.  

ROUND 5: 

Well that just serves to piss Becky G off even more - she must have been goaded on her by her own corner because here she comes, rage-filled face, first punches forayed at Avril’s body once again hoping to repeat same damage inflicted on her in the third. It’s a good strategy at first - Avril moaning as one or two jabs land hard to her stomach , that dull ache traveling up her spine making her wish she’d spent more time on those sit-ups and crunches in the gym. But Becky’s obsession with the body proves to be her own undoing: she’s wailing on Avril’s lowered guard like a madwoman, huffing and puffing lefts and rights banging off her forearms. Avril compensating for aggression nicely, calmly turning her body slightly to one side, thereby reducing surface area Becky can work with and also allowing her to time a hook accurately up high: JAMS it firm into G’s face all of a sudden - Becky stunned on her feet almost immediately as ANOTHER hook just disappears into the middle of her face. Now she’s swaying, looking absolutely punch-drunk when a THIRD HOOK just FLOORS HER ONTO HER BACK! BEAUTIFUL knockdown for Ms Lavigne as she takes this as revenge for prior humiliation!  

Referee giving Becky the same treatment as before: counting her out second by second. Becky rolling on her back, back-and-forth on the ground, eyes shut and holding her mouth and jaw with both hands. He reaches the ten count and there's still no response from her! He waves it off!! And just like that - It's OVER!

Official Decision: Avril Lavigne defeats Becky G via KO5! 

AFTER: 

An exhausted looking Avril slumped against her corner, taking a moment to catch her breath and letting out a sigh of relief before suddenly remembering she has a reputation to uphold. The tired blonde somehow gathers the energy needed to slowly approach her defeated opponent...

“GE’ UP, B***TCHH…” Avril hisses as she wastes no time removing her gloves and standing towering over Becky’s fallen body.  

Becky’s moans only intensify as she finds herself being dragged up by the hair, before getting slapped in the face repeatedly by Avril. Those three final hooks to the mouth really did a doozy on the Latino star - her teeth now stained with red. No sympathy however from Avril, who starts parading her victim around the ring in a walk of shame, one arm wrapped around her waist, pinching those bikini bottoms for leverage, the other firmly dug into her hair, making sure the whole arena is able to see the damage and humiliation inflicted on anyone who crosses her. 

“How’d you like that sh*t mouth of yours now, Gomez??” Avril taunting to her face periodically, before finally shoving her back down onto the canvas, leaving her sprawled face down on her belly. 

“Don’t EVER sh*t talk me again, get it b**ch?!!,” Avril growls at the fallen brunette before finally turning to face her delighted fans, her scowl quickly replaced by a wide grin as she lifts her arms above her head in triumph while she struts out of the ring to the loud cheers of the capacity crowd.