Emma Roberts
(27, 5’2, 94 lbs, 12:5 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
Vs.
Avril Lavigne
(33, 5’2, 130 lbs, 18:9 FCBA, The Dollhouse)

Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse

BEFORE:
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our MAIN EVENT for the evening! In what’s become a showdown of epic proportions, two Dolls will battle each other for ultimate supremacy and the title of ‘Flyweight Queen of the House’, with the winner being crowned here tonight as a grand show of her dominance, together with ultimate bragging rights. Before both these women enter the ring, videos of their respective press conference, taken a few hours ago backstage, are shown on the huge screens in the arena, proving just how much these women want to get their hands on each other.

Emma starting the ball rolling, her smiling face materializing on the giant LCD screens in the arena, as she speaks directly into the camera.

"Tonight's fight is frankly a waste of everyone's time if you ask me. Mostly… it’s a waste of Avril's time. I'm quite sure I've already proven that I'm a top-tier Flyweight in the FCBA, and by far the best Dollhouse Flyweight, based on my results so far. You know, concrete FACTS,” Roberts pauses with a smirk.

“Avril's results, on the other hand, have proven that she is a mediocre fighter at best. Anyone still unconvinced of that can just ask Boxing World Online why I'm ranked in the top 10, while she's still drowning in the 40s. Unfortunately for all of us (but mostly for her), Av is a jealous, whiny crybaby who can't stand the fact that I'm clearly better than her. I'm younger; I'm a lot fitter, I'm quicker and WAY smarter… Basically I'm just a superior fighter, Av. No one would EVER pick you over me. But sure, If you want me to prove all that by humiliating you in that ring in front of the entire world, I'll gladly oblige.”

“I've already equaled her 10-win streak and I'm going to love breaking her stupid little record tonight, with Av as my 11th consecutive victim. The irony would be too f*cking sweet.” Roberts giggles, a mischievous look on her face. “And DON’T expect your ugly, dumb BFF Hugens to save you… Michelle is here to make sure that no one's going to save you from that ultimate walk of shame you'll be enduring tonight. You brought this on yourself, you cow! Get that beautiful crown ready guys - this queen is ready to be crowned!"

Emma’s face fading to black, with that once-innocent demeanour twisted into a scowl worthy of the most horrific Disney-villains. The animosity between these two girls is real, ladies and gents, with the constant back-and-forth insults finally culminating in a showdown tonight. Avril of course is next to get her screen-time, a chance to bite back, in a recorded segment of her own from earlier today. Avril can be seen sitting comfortably at the press conference room, chewing on some gum and playing with her hair as reporters bombard the Canadian with questions.

“She said tonight is a waste of time?! Such a cocky b*tch!” Lavigne dismisses her rival’s remarks. Emma is so freaking full of herself, I don't think watching me kick her ass would be anything but awesome for you guys, am I right??" the Canadian singer giggles as some of the reporters as well as the crowd in the arena roar in response.

“Seriously… I got so tired of hearing her yapping about how amazing she is all the time. She thinks she should be treated like she's above everyone else, just cause she got a few lucky wins. The whole BWO magazine ranking thing has made things even worse - can you guys BELIEVE she's ranked so much higher than me? It’s total BS! F*ck this b*tch! I'm REALLY tired of her being a such a huge DIVA!” Avril shakes her head in frustration. “I demanded this fight and I'm going to prove that she's just another wimp I can easily knock the f*ck out. She has a huge mouth…I mean…literally!” Lavigne chukles. ”But she's so f*cking WEAK! Trust me guys - I know! I punch WAY harder than her and she TOTALLY won't be able to handle me in the ring! Besides, I've got Nessa on my side,” Avril grins, as the camera focuses on Vanessa Hudgens who’s sitting right next to the blonde, smiling and winking at the cameras, flexing her bicep playfully.

“We’ve been training together a lot recently in preparation for tonight, and I'm gonna use all that training to put Emma in her f*cking place tonight. That crown is f*cking mine, b*tches! Get ready for Queen Lavigne!” Avril ends with a sharp laugh of her own as Vanessa Hudgens and the rest of the room applause the proud Canadian.

Nowadays, the MMA scene mirroring some of the biggest sports PPVs on the planet, taking plenty of cues from their WWE counterparts in the use of spectacle in their entrances, before the actual spectacle itself of two girls going at it for real in a confined space. Tonight is no different, with the arena all ‘dolled up’ so to speak, with plenty of pink, gold and silver banners, streamers and floodlights elevating the atmosphere of the whole event.

Emma Roberts’ music is first to hit the airwaves, sending the crowds into a frenzy. Titantrons displaying the very moment the Doll strides through the curtains with a flourish, emerging from a hail of golden fireworks and looking as confident as we just saw her on those LCD screens earlier. She’s clad in an open white satin robe, partially covering her traditional Dollhouse attire of pink and white underneath it, with her blonde hair tied up into a neat ponytail hanging out back. The resident ‘Ice-Queen’ is accompanied by none other than the current Unified Flyweight champion, Michelle Williams.

The blondes are all smiles as they take their time slowly making their way to the ring, waving to the fans. However, that smile quickly disappears from Emma’s face when the blonde spots a fan holding an Avril Lavigne sign. Roberts suddenly stops and quickly snatches the sign from the stunned fan’s hands, ripping it to shreds, letting them fall the ground, before stomping with her foot on the pieces, all the while giving the poor fan the biggest b*tch-stare we’ve ever seen! Poor guy!

At the end of the runway, right before they get into the ring, Emma disrobing with a grin, strapping on her gloves, before being approached by Dollhouse reporter Marissa Roberto for last moment statement before stepping into that ring.

"You know…Avril may have more wins than me, but it’s all quantity over quality, and everybody knows that. She LOVES having fun but hates working hard. b*tch is lazy and it’s easy to see. She thinks she can just waltz in and win every fight without putting in the work - the work that I put in! No wonder I’ve been doing that much better than her. You think being on the cover of SHAPE magazine comes easy? Avril could only DREAM of that. They’ll laugh her out of the building. She should be fighting as a Bantam these days, with all the weight she's put on! This fight isn't even fair - she's got at least 30 pounds on me, but I'm STILL going to wreck her fat ass. How about that for a statement?"

Emma’s fans soaking each word up of course, shouting their approval at every turn and phrase, trying to counter the boos that are undoubtedly coming from the *other* girl’s fans in the rafters. Well, the other half of this arena will get their chance soon enough to make some noise of their own, as immediately after, the lights in the arena flash purple and pink, with Avril’s distinctive pop-rock music blasting through the speakers and announcing her arrival.

The ‘Punk-Princess’ is slow and deliberate by contrast, striding out from backstage doning a black satin robe over her traditional Dollhouse fightwear of black and pink. She’s been called plenty of names before, oh yes, especially those attacking her waistline, but the fact that she’s so calm, confident and collected here might be news to everyone, including Emma.

Avril striking a pose at the top of the stage, both hands held high and legs spread-eagled in true rock-goddess format, together with plenty of sparkles and hot canons fired into the air behind her with a BANG. She’s accompanied by, of course, her best friend in the FCBA – former multiple time champion - Ms Vanessa Hudgens, who’s curiously attempting to make a show of support for her BFF, with small smatterings of applause as they walk down the ramp together, but that slight discomfort at having to share the spotlight with someone else other than herself is still clearly stricken all over her face. That being said, this war tonight is gonna be more than that to determine top Dollhouse billing, with plenty of drama existing between Hudgens herself and Roberts, not to mention the rivalry of epic proportions between both of tonight’s corner-women - Hudgens and Williams!

Avril and Nessa make their way to the ring, waving and hi-fiving fans along the way, before being approached by Marissa Roberto for some final statements of their own: “What-everrrrrrrrrrrr…” Avril beginning her final statement to Marissa Roberto with a roll of her eyes. “I heard her. This b*tch LOVES to talk. She's trying to downplay the fact that she's too skinny and weak to do real damage. Like, I remember sparring with her - her punches barely even f*cking hurt! I'm about to punch her lights out and there's nothing she can do about it now! I'm the motherf*cking queen!” Avril laughs, with the equal roar of the crowd at her back showing us just how much *both* of these ladies are the clear favourites to win tonight. “She is!” Hudgens proclaims with a grin, hi-fiving the blonde as they both climb into the ring.

Girls making final preparations as we try and get this ten-round match started, but before we can officially do that, none other than Dollhouse CEO Carmen Electra climbs into the ring, striding to the middle and gestures for the microphone herself. One would expect that her voice would indeed be needed tonight, considering how unprecedented this match-up is: the first intra-stable showdown in this relatively new boxing club, and one where Electra would deem it fit to lay down the ground rules:

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a long, awesome night so far, but for two of our biggest stars, the night is only about to start. Our main event tonight is a special one. We are letting two of our best girls tear each other apart in this very ring tonight.” Carmen stops for a moment, letting the crowd go wild. “This has been a long time coming and was something agreed upon both by Emma and Avril, So who am I to stand between these two ambitious ladies? As per the rules agreed upon, ONE of them is going to be crowned 'Flyweight Queen of the House' tonight. Me and our staff wish them both equal success!”

Carmen taking the time to turn to each of her girls in their respective corners, who are already preparing to charge right past her to get at each other’s throats. She, however, sets them with a stern look that’s filled with both respect and concern.

“I hope you both give it your all, but remain respectful to each other as much as possible. After all, we're all on the same team here. I am not choosing favorites tonight. None of us are. Our training staff will *not* be present in the ring for this fight. Instead, both Emma and Avil have chosen to invite their own corner-women to do the coaching tonight. I'd like to give a warm welcome to Vanessa Hudgens, who'll be Avril's corner-woman, and Ms Michelle Williams, who'll be standing in Emma's corner. We're honored to have you both here, girls! And now, without further ado, let’s crown our Flyweight Queen!"

The CEO sure has a way with her words, managing to work the crowd up to an even greater frenzy. But no more words are needed! Avril and Emma already with readying stances as the referee asks for their go-ahead to begin this fight and gets stiff nods of ‘Let’s get it on!’! HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Main-Event Flyweight action!

ROUND 1:
“LET’S GO, FATTIE!” are the very first shots fired in one direction, and you can tell whose lips they were uttered from. Emma grinning at her compatriot from across the ring whilst gesturing her forward with both her gloves, and boy is it making Avril take the bait. The Canadian rockstar not as infuriated as before by the fat-shaming comments, but she’s still eager to punch Emma’s lights out after all their back-and-forth thus far in these couple of months. Emma, however, has other ideas: she’s staying out of reach of the oncoming bull headed in her direction, deftly avoiding Lavigne’s punches with surprising ease early on. This seems to be a targeted game plan for Roberts, who knows that she needs to avoid Avril’s knockout power (at least compared to her own). She’s deliberately picking and choosing her own strikes back, only slapping leather into Avril’s face when it’s the most convenient for her to do so. In this manner, she delivers a deft double-blow to Avril’s ego: first by being the one who’s actually scoring points in this manner, and second by avoiding Avril’s return-shots, demonstrating to everyone that just perhaps, Ms Lavigne really is out-of-shape and out of her depth here. Roberts even giving her foe some rope to hang herself in the final few seconds, taking a harmless rapid combo to her guard before swinging a low hook or two into Avril’s side and body, making the Canadian goddess grunt painfully. It’s going to be a LONG night for both these women, but for now, the first round goes in convincing fashion to Ms Roberts, who struts back to her corner with a cocky smirk, hi-fiving Michelle before leaning casually against the turnbuckles, anxiously awaiting her chance to get back to work on her Canadian rival.

ROUND 2:
Trouble in paradise for Avril Lavigne, who embarrassingly lost that first round despite all that strong rhetoric spewed prior. Deep down, she knows that she has to fight fire with fire, with it being the only way to put out an ego that’s at least the same size as her own. Avril having come such a long distance ever since her comeback a year ago, and it’s a testament to how much she has matured by keeping her anger in check, especially when Roberts ‘blasts’ her again from across the ring with comments at her ‘beer gut being an embarrassment to the entire stable.’

“SHUT UP AND FIGHT, YOU SKINNY ASS B*TCH!!” is Avril’s response as she strides forward looking to shut that mouth up manually instead. Emma wanting to repeat her earlier success, using those fast feet to lead the action around the ring and ultimately tire her contentious opponent out before she’s even in danger. But Lavigne wizening up to her plans here, starts moving in more deliberate ways to cut Roberts off instead of making a beeline straight for her. Emma having to contend with a much more sustained barrage of punches headed her way, and conversely, starts finding her own body jabs getting taken on Avril’s gloves, with Avril defending her midsection a little more often, realizing that it’s Emma’s target of choice. Another one-two quick jab-jab stun Emma in the chin late in the round, sending her reeling back fast. That grin now forming fully on Avril’s lips at seeing Roberts’ lose her lustre so quickly. And STILL Emma’s refusing to adapt just yet, thinking that that the belly button is *the* only button to press in order to get Avril to self-destruct here. She slaps a couple more shots in from afar in the final seconds, but in her haste to punish her counterpart’s body, eats a whole lot more damage on her chin and cheek, with Avril slowly but surely crowding out her space until the three minutes are up. Both girls are with a round a piece now, winning them fair and square, and surely at the behest of their respective corner-women shouting their encouragement.

ROUND 3:
It’s clear that this ‘war’ is much more than just between these two girls, with Hudgens and Williams both using their down-time to whisper furious words of advice into respective girls’ ears, as though fighting another war by proxy alone. There’s certainly a hell lot of pride on the line here, with Hudgens and Mishy not being able to take their eyes off of each other in between rounds, as though these coaches would like nothing more than to slide under the ropes and throwdown with one another themselves. But this ain’t the time nor place, and both Emma and Avril looking eager to surge ahead and clinch the lead this third round. Avril stalking after Roberts with early aggression, a little too eagerly if we’re being honest, leaving Roberts again to seize the advantage by being more agile and evasive. There’s not much action here if we’re telling the truth, but Roberts still managing to score points by hitting the occasional jab on the face from afar, targeting Avril’s cheek, then body, chin, then body in alternate fashion. Poor Avril’s still struggling to find her footing here at how to trip her fellow stablemate up and ultimately lay down the smackdown in close quarters. But Emma still too fresh and too alert for that, allowing her to take this third round by a shutout performance. As expected, Michelle Williams letting out an over-excited yelp when the bell rings at the end of three minutes - both pride and smugness on her face at having outclassed both Lavigne and her sh*t-ass trainer in her corner. Vanessa Hudgens not helping things much by bellowing at her own girl, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??” making Avril feel even more down-in-the-dumps at her performance (or lack thereof) this time around.

ROUND 4:
More taunting at her opponent in between rounds, with Emma Roberts smirking as she lounges with her back against the turnbuckle and directing insults Avril’s way. “Getting tired, Av? You don’t look so good, chubby!” to which Avril growls merely in reply, conserving her energy for a comeback. Emma playing with fire here - not sure whether this psychological warfare is deliberate or careless on her part - she knows how easily incensed her counterpart can get at times… Bell rings to start the fourth and Emma immediately playing the same game by keeping her distance. But this time, there’s surprise on her face when she has nothing to hit in return, with Avril deliberately biding her time and coming at her slow and steadfast. Avril stalking her rival left and right, taking some hits on her forearms early but then BANGING back with a powerful straight hand that catches Emma right where she’s *gonna* be instead of where she currently was, in an expert display of foresight. “f*ck YEAH!, BEAT THE F*CK OUTTA HER, AV!” is Hudgens’ response from the corner, and we’re not sure whether she’s entirely referring to Roberts or Williams that time. One thing’s for sure: Roberts suddenly with no space left to run, EATS another right hand straight down the middle as the glove sails through her guard and grazes the chin, thereby sending her billowing back into the ropes! Before she can recover, Avril’s on her in an instant, plunging fists into the sides of tummy and trying to trap her in place for more torture! Emma weathering the assault but mewing, suddenly regretting all the mean things she’s said about her rival, now that she’s on the receiving end of the abuse. Avril perhaps should also be conversing her energy instead of shouting out insults into her hated rival’s face, all the while swinging those elbows in and out of the body: “LIKE THAT?! YOU SKINNY ASS HOE?!?” Referee has to forcefully pull Lavigne off of Roberts, in what’s quickly becoming a back-and-forth but equal match-up from both ladies.

ROUND 5:
“You’re plain-ass weak, Roberts, and you know it! You don’t deserve to be in the ring with me… much less in the top ten of the rankings…” Avril’s turn to play some mind games as the two girls circle each other at the start of the fifth. Roberts understandably more cautiously hiding behind her raised guard, wary of another sudden charge and power drive directed at her. Avril not underestimating her rival as well, knows that Emma’s able to run the gauntlet of ten rounds, and perhaps that’s why she’s been trying to finish this fight before the fifth. HERE though, she comes alive in the second minute, testing the guard with a spattering of jabs that sends Roberts backwards again. A few more snap shots into the tummy leave her grunting and stunned to the spot. Now the big guns start firing, with Avril lunging forward looking to finish this: more big, wrecking hooks land on the forearms as Emma tries desperately to get outta there and back to safety. But to her horror, she overestimated the distance, suddenly has her back hitting the ropes with nowhere left to go! Avril with a gleeful, sadistic smile as she JUMPS in and WHAPS a right hook straight into the hapless girl’s face, sending Emma choking, gasping and stumbling off to the side! She’s in trouble here! Crowd ROARS their approval of Lavigne in full control: more punches swiping hard at Roberts’ face, crashing in one another another, with Avril having her foe pinned down on the ropes and right where she wants her! Another right hand digs up into her tummy clean, before a follow-up uppercut CONNECTS with Emma’s chin, and DOWN SHE F*CKING GOES!! IT’S A KNOCKDOWN FOR AVRIL LAVIGNE in the second minute of this round!!

“HELL YEAH!” Both Avril and BFF Hudgens scream simultaneously as they score the first victory of the evening! Roberts blubbering as she’s felled onto her side, down by the ropes, eyes fluttering and mouth open in shock as she struggles to recover! Referee counting the ‘Ice Queen’ out, with Mishy providing some excellent “moral” support by banging on the apron ring-side and screaming into Emma’s ear to “GET THE F*CK UP! DON’T LET HUDGENS BEAT YOU!!!” Eh? We could have sworn she meant ‘Avril’ back there? It doesn’t register too much for Roberts, anyways, who steadily heeds the advice and makes it back up to her feet by the count of 8. Not a great showing for her, definitely, as she needs to reevaluate her strategy of dealing with Avril’s power and agression going forward.

ROUND 6:
Avril gesturing rudely a Emma in between these rounds, admiring her handiwork and also taunting in turn: “ You should have stayed down, wimp! I’m gonna f*cking you up...” to which Emma visibly gulping down her apprehension as she expects the worse from here on out. Truth be told, things not looking that good for Roberts’ prospects, especially now that she’s been downed once. One can only question her resolve and remaining energy as we head into the second of this epic fight. Still, one also can’t help but admire her tenacity - she must *really* want this crown bad. Either that, or she simply hates Avril’s guts more so. First minute sees Avril charging at her without much regard for her own safety, shooting jabs in initially at the head, but then scoring with more hooks that land into her sides. It’s similar routine as previous rounds where Av dominated, but this time, keen observers noticing that Emma still is managing to move fast and deliberate, taking some hits on her lean, SHAPE magazine-worthy body, but then BANGING back hard with short blows to Avril’s face whenever she gets in too close. End result is Avril’s chin WOBBLED late in the round, when the third such exchange leaves Roberts with the sudden advantage! Crowds not really caring as long as they see this action exchanged, and few could have predicted the outcome of Avril Lavigne EATING another surprise uppercut into her jawline, SNAPPING the head back and sending her flying into the ropes in shock!! Good lord! Emma strategically targeting the head all this while, with her reaping the sudden benefits! It’s no surprise to us that she’s methodically broken down her foe’s sense of balance a little bit by bit, sending Ms Lavigne TUMBLING backwards onto her buttocks, her head spinning in a come-from-behind KNOCKDOWN of her own!!

Roberts’ fans suddenly on their feet at this unexpected outcome! But one has to become accustomed by now to how Emma Roberts always finding a trick up her sleeve! She’s partially relieved herself as she stumbles back to corner - no doubt those body shots she took in exchange for this knockdown must have surely taken some toll on her as well. But the end result might very well justify the means: Avril getting counted out by the referee as she struggles to make sense of what the heck just happened here. Lavigne struggling to stand fully to her feet, those hits to her chin rattled her senses pretty badly. But get back up to her feet she eventually does… certainly with Vanessa’s shrill voice ringing through her head and giving her some sort of motivation as well. We’re not joking when we say that both these girls are effectively tied by this point in the fight, respective corners taking turns wrecking the other’s plans in one devastating round after the other. And neither of them show any signs of slowing down!

ROUND 7:
Avril still having trouble balancing on her two feet in between the rounds, with a real danger of a concussion back there being waved off brusquely, growling at the concerned referee to leave her alone. One thing that could be said of Emma’s earlier comments is that there’s some element of truth to them: Avril usually not doing so well when she enters the last leg of a fight, her lacking fitness and the extra pounds she’s put on in recent years not helping her keep her stamina up for long. She’s looking a lot more tired than her opponent at this point, with Emma still bouncing around on light feet, displaying seemingly endless amounts of stamina,frustrating the sluggish Lavigne. And for Avril, coming off a knockdown ain’t gonna help things much either. Roberts looking to take full advantage here, showing a little more aggression as she takes the fight back to her opponent. Avril having to fend off more shots aimed at her guard, but can’t help but grunt still as Roberts simply switches targets to that of her open belly down below, having a field day at shooting in those hands left and right. That being said, Roberts still has to be wary about this cougar biting back when she leasts expects it: she barely dodges a return hook that was aimed at her head, showing just how dangerous Avril still might be in this fight. Who knows? Could this all be a part of Lavigne’s plan to draw out Roberts and exploit her sense of false security? A final hook lands on one woman’s forearms, rattling her hard in the final seconds, and Emma suddenly is the one who’s driven off and back across the extent of the ring, slight surprise on her face at realizing her foe’s still packing this much power at this stage of the fight. Still, Roberts can rest easy that she clearly took the round. But from the look on Mishy’s face in her corner, she’s sensing that these remaining rounds are gonna be an uphill struggle for Roberts if this pace continues.

ROUND 8:
One more sign of Avril’s steady recovery here is the resumption of her taunting words flowing from her lips. Avril intermittently shouting out one-word insults in Emma’s direction, labelling her as ‘weak sl*t,’ ‘overrated’, and our personal favourite, an ‘anorexic chicken-legged wimp’. Girls go back to base instincts here in the eighth, each taking their time and firing off punches at opposing defences, probing for more weak spots. These two girls have indeed been sparing with one another on and off in the Dollhouse gym, and as stablemates, they would know the ins and outs of each other’s psyche and strategy better than any outsiders would. This results in a fall-in, matching footwork dance for a good majority of the round, with one girl advancing a few steps but the other girl stepping backwards in tandem. Rinse and repeat, with neither really scoring a significant advantage throughout, and both simply appreciating the time off to catch their breaths. Avril however displaying slightly more aggression after she ended the previous round in her favour, snapping fewer but more powerful punches into Em’s guard, on more than one occasion shoving her backwards a couple of steps when they land stiffly right down the middle. Roberts, however, still having the presence of mind to get the f*ck outta there before Avril can fully charge and bull her way inwards, and she manages to not get trapped along the ropes in this way. A balanced round for both women, but Avril with the slight advantage, we feel.

ROUND 9:
Looks like we’re heading into unknown territory here, and regardless of what we’ve said earlier about one girl having the better stamina, the truth is that both these hellcats look like they’ve already overexerted themselves before they entered the ninth. When you take into account how much breath they’ve each spent on verbally insulting each other along the way as well, it’s purely a wonder how they’re still managing to stay upright. Avril trying to resume her strategy of aggression, with thoughts of ending this fight going through her head repeatedly now that she thinks that she has Emma fully in her crosshairs, but the Canadian seems to be completely exhausted and moves in very slowly. Roberts also struggling to breathe in deep breaths on occasion, a worrying sign for her that she’s on the decline, but the American still looking much lighter on her feet compared to Lavigne. A good sign for sure with Mishy still urging her forward with encouragement directed at her back, shouting advice like “She’s out of gas! Aim for the body! hit her f*cking pudge!!” to which Roberts trying to comply, though with much more sluggishness than usual. Avril grunting mid-round when Emma decides to solely target her midsection with a steady stream of pounding puh puh puh puh. She’s grimacing as she takes the abuse, but what else can she do on her quest to get in close? Emma knows that Avril can’t quite have her cake and eat it here - if she wants to come in hard and fast to brawl, she’s gonna have to force that soft midsection to swallow some leather. Avril apparently getting this very message, too slow to react as Emma manages to easily keep her away with some well aimed shots to the navel, making the Punk-Princess groan in frustration and pain every time she tries to get close… all the way until the final minute... when Lavigne decides to drape one arm across her midriff before choosing to BARREL headfirst towards Robert, with nary a concern for her safety! Look of shock on Roberts’ face as those same punches to the body now not finding any purchase, or worse yet, ignored by the daring Canadian, who succeeds in getting in close and ROCKING Emma to the face with a deft hook! UGHH! Roberts now the one spiraling towards the ropes on shaky feet. There’s 30 seconds left on the clock and Avril intends to make full use of them! Roberts letting out more grunt as Avril literally body slams into her, pinning her to the ropes, before making her eat her own words with fists buried up into her ribs over and over! Roberts with her mouth open on shoulder, trying to clinch up by wrapping arms around the chest, but this only leaves Avril more space to swipe at her undercarriage all the way to the bell! Oh no - such is a contrast and irony of life, folks! Emma taking this round by a small margin due to her early offense, but hell if this girl looks like she’s celebrating right now, hunched over at the bell and falling to her knees afterwards, clutching her body. She’s managed to survive this round, but will she still be able to do the same as we head into the finale??

ROUND 10:
Here we go, here we go! Both women look like they’ve been through hell and back, with all that hatred long evaporated from either of their faces. Now, they seem content to merely finish this fight one way or another! Emma going back to baser instincts as she struggles to stay out of reach. By her corner’s calculations, she knows that if she manages to stay alive for the next three minutes, she might very well win this fight based on points alone. Avril’s corner knowing this fact as well, and that has Vanessa Hudgens shrieking at Avril once the bell rings to “GET THE F*CK IN THERE AND FINISH THIS WEAK b*tch OFF!!” Avril dutifully doing her best to obey, but her best is not much at this point, the Punk-Princess willing her drained body forward and trying to chase down Roberts the best she can. Roberts doing her own best to keep her foe at bay, snapping jabs at the head and body and looking to dissuade Avril’s advance. But in a similar scenario to the previous round, Roberts’ tired, weak jabs just not having the desired effect any longer, with Avril simply barging through one such barrage in the second minute, like shrugging off blaster shots to her mean frame and coming in hard and swinging. Roberts no choice but to cover up her head as the onslaught catches her with her pants down, metaphorically. A hook rattles her cage upstairs when it lands off one of her ears, before another side-hook takes out her guard out with a loud grunt, sending her further stumbling off to one side! Avril’s chance here and she TAKES it hungrily with a step-in BURIES a right hand that literally disappears into Emma’s flat stomach, folding her over and literally lifting the poor girl a few inches off her feet. STILL the stubborn Doll refuses to go down, mouth open as she stays upright but wobbles HARD AND AVRIL JUST UNLEASHES HELL! The Punk-Princess smells blood and goes completely ape sh*t on the shocked Roberts, battering her face with huge reckless swings. It’s all too much for the Ice-Queen as she takes one, two, THREE HUGE hard swipe to both sides of her face, the third finally sending her reeling to her side and down, collapsing to the mat like a rag-doll, landing face-first on the hard canvas with a THUD! The ‘Ice Queen’ is sprawled out, eyes closed, her mouth guard flopping to the mat next to her drooling mouth. ROBERTS IS NOT MOVING AT ALL! SHE’S OFFICIALLY OUT COLD! SHE’S OUT! What a sight! Lavigne immediately follows by dropping to her hands and knees in exhaustion, hitting the canvas right next to Robert’s legs before collapsing to the mat on her side in a heap, then rolling slowly to her back, where she lies unmoving, hands resting lifelessly on the canvas above her head, her heaving, sweaty belly and chest the only sign the Canadian is even alive! Referee seems to hesitate as both girls seem to be out of it, but one girl clearly still has her eyes open, while the other seems to be far away in dreamland! A few long seconds of confusion follow as the shocked crowd awaits the referee to make his decision here, with Hudgens being heard pounding the mat and screaming at her friend to “GET THE f*ck UP AV!!!”. Seems like Lavigne is in no shape or form to do so, but the Punk-Princess does manage to show a sign of life when she slowly lifts one hand off the mat, raising her fist in triumph to signal she’s wide awake AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!! The cheers in the arena are deafening at this point as It’s now clear who the winner of this epic match is, with Michelle Williams burying her face in her hand in frustration, realizing this is now officially over. The ref performs his duty here, taking one last look at the still sleeping Emma Roberts before WAVING THIS FIGHT OFF! Ladies and gentlemen, you have your WINNER! AVRIL LAVIGNE!

Official Decision: Avril Lavigne defeats Emma Roberts via KO10!

AFTER:
"f*ck YEA!!!” are the immediate words from Vanessa Hudgens’ lips as she rushes into the ring through the ropes, running towards Avril’s fallen form to check on her. Slowly helping the exhausted, drained and aching blonde to a sitting position, Nessa grabs Avril’s left arm, raising it into the air screaming “This is the QUEEN right here!” Avril doing her best to smile, albeit painfully, responding with a weak but heartful “Yeeaaahhh!” towards the cheering fans.

Avril and Nessa’s celebration is quickly short when Vanessa spots Michelle Williams entering the ring and quickly approaching from behind. The brunette immediately springs to her feet turning towards the blonde, pointing directly at her face with a scowl. “Get the f*ck out Mishy, It’s our ring now and you’re f*cking outnumbered. Your weakling friend there is sleeping like the little bitchy wimp she is, and she’s f*cking MINE now!”
Mishy just chuckles to herself, sizing up the competition. “Outnumbered…? Come on. You think Avril is in any shape to help you here? I can take this b*tch out with one finger right now…look at her.”
Avril meanwhile is doing her best to slowly get back to her feet with the help of the ropes, finally joining Vanessa as they both stand face to face with Williams. “Get the f*ck outta here Michelle, I kicked her ass! You’re fired!” The Canadian says right into Michelle’s face, still panting hard. “I suggest you lie back down Princess, you’re a mess.” Michelle responds, pointing her finger at the mat. “And you definitely don’t want to mess with me right now.”

“I’m the QUEEN now, b*tch. Eat sh*t! I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.” Avril defiantly stands in front of Mishy, blocking the way to Emma’s fallen body. An evil knowing smile creeps up on Vanessa’s face as she suddenly leaves both blondes to themselves and sets her sight on the fallen ‘Ice Queen’, who’s still slumbering peacefully on the canvas on her stomach, the growing pool of drool underneath her mouth confirms she’s completely oblivious to anything that’s taking place. Nessa quickly bends down and rolls the unconscious Roberts to her back, quickly straddling the knocked out blonde, now sitting directly on her chest as she begins viciously b*tch-slapping Emma on both cheeks, attempting to wake the poor blonde up. Michelle however, is having none of that. Feeling responsible as Emma’s guest of honor here tonight - she begins warning Avril to move out of the way “Or else”.
Avril clearly not taking Mishy seriously, giggling in the champion’s face. “Pfff…Yeah right! I’m not moving anywhere…this b*tch deserves it for her huge mouth...I BEAT HER! We can do whatever we want now, get it?”

WHACK! The fourth vicious SLAP from Nessa finally waking up the sleeping beauty, who groggily stares up as her eyes slowly open with a soft moan. “Wakey wakey, you dumb loser!” Vanessa greets the blonde as she smiles into Emma’s horror filled eyes. It takes the Roberts a few seconds before she fully realizes where she is, what happened and who’s on top of her. Emma immediately lets out a shriek of panic and begins bucking wildly underneath her tormentor in an attempt to throw Nessa off of her. “Be quiet b*tch! You’re mine!” Nessa proclaims before delivering a HUGE hammer fist into Emma’s tummy from above, immediately quieting the blonde, knocking all the air out of her weakened body and leaving her gasping helplessly underneath her. “You’re f*cking DEAD, Roberts” Vanessa smiles clenching her fist as she towers above the mortified helpless blonde, pinning her arms to the mat with her knees, her entire bodyweight crushing poor Emma’s fragile upper body.
The Flyweight Champion has finally seen enough – and definitely heard enough from Lavigne at this point. With a sudden move, she takes two steps back before lunging herself shoulder first into Avril’s unprotected midsection! “OUGHGGHH!” Lavigne gasps in both shock and pain she when gets SPEARED by Williams, her feet leaving the ground before her back is PLANTED on the mat with a loud THUD! The new queen can only groan helplessly as she hugs her aching midsection and rolls to her side in a fetal position, coughing loudly. With Lavigne easily taken care of, Michelle immediately POUNCES on a surprised Hudgens from behind, forcefully tackling her off of Emma as both woman tumble to the mat, screaming and grunting as they roll around in an attempt to gain the upper hand! The crowd is getting way more than they paid for here tonight as the entire arena goes absolutely nuts at this development, with Carmen Electra now rushing from her seat to take charge of the situation, instructing Dollhouse security and medical team to get in there and restore the peace immediately!

Security quickly swarms the ring at an attempt to separate the two multiple time Flyweight champions while medics attend to both Emma and Avril under Carmen’s instructions. It takes 4 men to finally pry Nessa and Mishy off of each other, with both girls resisting wildly and screaming profanities as they are pulled away to opposite corners of the ring by security.

Both Emma and Avril make it to their feet after several long minutes with the help of the medical staff Emma as expected, looking as distraught as ever, refusing to even look in Av’s direction and barking at the medics to leave her alone and let her go. Roberts chooses to leave the ring as quick as possible as Lavigne is heard shouting at her from behind. “Yeahhh loser! Walk away you weak ass b*tch! You got f*cking wrecked!”

With Emma quickly escorted backstage by Dollhouse security and order inside the ring restored, Carmen takes the stage again mid-ring and handed the microphone. “Ladies and Gentleman, I sincerely apologize for the mess you just witnessed here these last 5 minutes, this was not part of the plan. We have things under control now and luckily no one was seriously injured. So…I think we’re ready to proceed to the crowning ceremony. Despite what just happened, I think it’s safe to say we all witnessed an incredible fight here tonight…both girls gave it their all and then some…..and I want to sincerely congratulate both of them for an awesome display! But….there’s only one winner, and her name is AVRIL f*cking LAVIGNE! Give it up for Avril and hopefully she’s feeling alright after the beatings she took tonight and can get her ass in here and get that thing on her head.” Carmen chuckles. “Are you…Av?”

“HELL YEAH!” is Avril’s cheerful response as she pushes from her stool and through the medical team, slowly making her way to mid-ring. The Canadian has clearly seen better days, her hair a complete mess and her body a wreck, but she’s holding her hands up high and smiling in both relief and pride as the crowd cheers her on. A beautiful sight indeed!
“Bring that thing up here Kris…” Carmen asks head trainer Kristanna Loken. The big blonde smiles before rising from her front row seat, a purple velvet pillow covered in black satin cloth in her hands. Loken makes her way to the ring as the crowd cheers her the entire way before climbing inside and standing right next to Carmen. Electra grins as she removes the black cloth to reveal a beautiful, elegant, shiny silver crown resting on top of the purple pillow. The reveal sends the crowd into an immediate frenzy, and the noise levels in this arena has hit a new record ladies and gents! Avril grins widely as she starts jumping up and down in giddy anticipation.
“Ladies and gentleman, without further ado…” Carmen lifts the crown off of its resting place with both hands and turns to Avril. “I hereby crown Avril Lavigne, the winner of tonight’s epic showdown, the official FLYWEIGHT QUEEN OF THE DOLLHOUSE!” Carmen declares as she finally puts the glistening crown on top of Avril’s head. The crowd and every single Dollhouse member in attendance giving the new Queen a standing ovation that lasts for a long minute. “Congratulations!” Carmen finishes the crowning ceremony with a hi-five and a hug to her star fighter, before asking for the microphone again. “So….Avril…any first words as the official new Queen?”
Lavigne giggles as the fans cheer. She then gestures to Vanessa Hudgens signaling her to come stand by her, and the two hug again before Avril takes the mic. “f*ck YEAH! I did what I told everyone I would do…I fucked that b*tch up and proved that I’m better than her….that’s all that matters. I hope everybody watched this…I said I was gonna prove Emma is an overrated weak b*tch and I f*cking did it. I’d like to thank my bestie Nessa here, who helped me make sure I’m fully prepared for tonight….and came here to be by my side for some moral support! Not that I needed too much of that aganist that wimp poser….haha, but you know….and….my fans, I want to thank all my fans for coming here and cheering for me. It means A LOT and it really pushes me to kick ass! You’re gonna see me kicking a LOT more ass in the near future guys! That’s a promise! Oh yeah…and It’s QUEEN LAVIGNE from now on bitcheeeesssss!” Lavigne ends with a shout into the microphone and her trademark wild laugh, dropping the mic and raising both hands in the air to huge applause from the packed arena.

As the dust settles on another exciting PPV, the ring is finally cleared as Avril, Vanessa and the Dollhouse crew make their way backstage, enjoying some last moments of admiration some very satisfied fans, with Avril leading the way as the new Queen, her crown glistening brightly on her head as she makes struts onward.

Just before they all disappear into the backstage, Dollhouse reporter Marissa Roberto is seen running towards Av, a microphone in hand. “Congrats sister!!! That was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!” Marissa looking almost as happy as Avril herself as the girls hug. “Thank yooouuu!” Avril responds with a giggle, bowing gracefully like a true queen. “Say, one last thing before you go – Now that you beat Emma, what do you think of what Camila Cabello said about you and what do you intend to do?” The only response from Queen Lavigne is her trademark snort and a cheeky “Who?!” before the giggling blonde disappears behind those black curtains.