Emma Roberts
(27, 5’2, 98 lbs, 3:5 FCBA, The Dollhouse)
Vs.
Stella Hudgens
(22, 5’4, 122 lbs, 3:2 FCBA, The Wannabes)

Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse


BEFORE:
“Vanessa Hudgens, or ‘Nessie’, as I prefer calling her, made the mistake of getting on my bad side. So guess what? I decided to book me a fight against her younger, uglier, fatter, no-talent sister!” Emma gloating at the pre-fight press conference, that trademark sneer smeared all over her face. ”And no, that’s not a compliment for Nessie - she’s only SLIGHTLY better. Tonight I’m going to prove it by destroying her sister, and I truly hope she’ll be watching. If not, I’m going to be mailing her the video. As for Stella, I don’t know much about her except that she’s practically a nobody, in this league or outside of it, and I’m going to make her even less relevant after tonight, if that’s even possible.” Emma concluding her rant with a whiff of hair blown off her fringe, coldly eyeing Stella’s reaction at the other corner of the room.

The cutting words appear to have taken effect on the younger girl, who immediately shrinks physically once she realises the spotlight’s been turned on her, like a vagabond shying away from the newborn sun. 

“Y-- You pick a fight with my sister, y-- you f*cking pick a fight with the both of us!” she manages to squeal out. “*I* wanted this fight - not Nessa. Nessa didn’t want me fighting Roberts, she wanted to destroy her herself. And If you ever want a shot at her *laughs* let me tell you, Roberts... you’re unworthy. You won’t be able to even get past me tonight - that’s a guarantee!”

“Pffft” Emma scoffs, shaking her head. “REALLY….?”

“YEA, B*TCH!” 

Girls have more in common than they realize, hotheaded emotions making them rise briskly from their stools, approaching the other with hands gesturing wildly and nostrils flaring. Just before they clash, however, there’s another ROAR from the audience, and before Emma knows it, Stella is grinning like a mad cat in her face… and she’s TACKLED from behind by none other than the queen herself, Vanessa Hudgens, who decided to use her own sister as bait and rushed Emma from behind!

There’s a loud yelp from the assailee as she’s now attacked from the front as well as the back - Stella gleefully joining in and burying fists into her body whilst her big sister does her a big favour by holding her upright for more target practice. Melee broken up shortly by ring officials, who have their hands full trying to hold Roberts from charging right back at both targets, whilst screaming: “F*CKING WH*RES! I’LL GET YOU BOTH! C’MERE!!!”

The crowd roars as Emma is introduced first, confidently making her way towards the ring accompanied by her trainer Kristanna Loken. The Dollhouse blonde is donning her Dollhouse attire - a pink sports bra and white ankle-long tights with 'Roberts' etched on the side in pink letters, pink\white gloves on her hands. 

She enters the ring and begins stretching in her corner, eyes fixed on the big screen above, waiting for her opponent to show herself.

And here comes Stella! The brunette bursts out of the curtains and immediately strikes a pose, her black gloves raised above her head as if she already won, before she begins pacing towards the ring, a sly grin on her face. The crowd reacts with mostly boos, although some cheers can also be heard here and there, the bigger girl definitely has her own share of fans in the house, or maybe these are fans of her sister, because Vanessa is here too! Following behind her little sister, accompanied by Stella’s trainer Shannon Doherty.

Stella is wearing a black bikini underneath a black robe, as she makes her way down the aisle, the smug smile on her face remains the whole way through until she finally reaches the ring, her eyes finally meeting Emma’s.

The girls stare daggers at each other from afar as Stella slowly enters the ring and begins her preparations in the corner, unrobing to reveal her curvy yet sturdy bikini body. Emma’s scornful eyes move from one Hudgens sister to another, and are now fixed on Vanessa, who has taken a front row seat next to her friend (and Emma’s stable-mate) Avril Lavigne, both girls sitting with legs crossed and martinis in hand, Nessa grinning like a cheshire cat. Roberts gives the older Hudgens a cold, hateful look, but the blonde is also clearly displeased with Avril’s apparent excitement at Vanessa joining her in the front row, staring at the Canadian with her patented b*tch-face, immediately erasing the smile off of Lavigne’s face. 
Emma however remains ready and wary that the older Hudgens sister may materialize in her face at any moment to pounce. It’s classic psychological warfare, folks, and this possible interference will likely take a toll on Emma’s performance here tonight. We’ll have to wait and find out!

The referee finally calls both girls to the center of the ring to recite the rules. Both girls slowly make their way to the center and finally meet in a hateful stare down mid-ring, their noses barely an inch from touching.

“Brought your ugly sister with you for backup, fatty?” Emma mocks the bigger girl.

“Nah…she just wanted to watch me kick the sh*t out of your scrawny little ass.” Stella retaliates as they both move even closer, their noses now clearly touching.

The referee says something in the background but neither girl seems interested. He finally sends both girls back to their corners, not bothering with asking the girls to touch gloves for obvious reasons.

“You better keep this b*tch’s sister out of this ring! Got it?” Emma threatens the referee while making her way to her corner. He nods and instructs her to keep moving.

Both girls reach their corners and finally…the bell rings! Here we go folks!

ROUND 1:
If Vanessa Hudgens sitting on the sidelines was giving Emma Roberts any pressure, she’s not showing it, her own recent successes doing wonders to bolster her confidence in the ring. She comes out of corner focused and ready to brawl, giving Stella a few bats to the nostrils in the opening seconds. If anything, the vulnerability of her younger sister getting hurt is giving Vanessa greater cause for worry, and Emma exploits this with glee early on, knocking Stella’s head about with powerful shots, like a lioness playing with her personal chew toy. It’s only when Vanessa begins berating her own sister in the second half does Stella begin to react to the mutual danger and fight seriously. Say what you want about the Hudgens sisters - they work well off each other’s energy but Stella quite a different fighter from her older sis: parries an incoming attack by Emma before firing back with a crisp jab or two back in defensive style that’s far cry from her sis. Stella biting back in the last minute, but it’s not enough to win her the overall round. Emma satisfied with her opening performance, beaming even though slightly shaken up at the end.

ROUND 2:
“No!!! Keep this b*tch away from the ring! Send her back to her f*cking seat!!!” Emma is beside herself screaming at the referee as Vanessa joins Shannon Doherty in Stella’s corner and begins actively coaching her little sister.
Vanessa stares at the blonde and laughs, flipping her off before resuming her coaching, completely ignoring the now furious blonde still barking at the referee to no avail. 

Nessa having an intense heart-to-heart chat with her sister regardless, hissing advice into her ear like the mythical serpent tempting Eve to sin. We’re not sure who’s the real girl fighting behind the gloves when the bell finally rings, but Stella moving forward like a new beast. Emma charging as usual but not finding similar purchase as Stella just always seems out of at arm’s reach, jumping back and to the side of her hooks - it’s like trying to snare a little mouse with your bare hands, only this with a crisp return jab packing into your face each opportunity it gets. Emma growling each time she takes the worse of the exchange, and make no mistake, she’s landing a few choice blows to Hudgen’s body and face, but in terms of sheer volume and power she’s taking more than receiving. Hudgens celebrating back to corner this time when the bell rings, into the arms of beaming older sister. Regardless of whose strategy this belongs to, Stella manages to equalize in terms of points, leaving Emma not so celebratory and fuming back to corner.

ROUND 3:
Roberts needs to get her head in the game - she’s letting her emotions get the better of her game plan and as anyone who’s read her online traffic can attest to, her hotheaded self can make her unfocused and reckless. Stella on the other hand has her sister’s eyes drilling into her back, and for better or worse, it propels her forward in the first minute, sending more snap jab after jab into Roberts’ face and leaving the American with little room to manoeuvre without getting tagged by the stronger girl. Emma trying her best to dodge the blows, but Stella’s strong and surprisingly fast hands shooting into every opening, with barely half get intercepted and the rest snapping into her nose and lips, leaving her red-faced at the bell. Disastrous round for Roberts who kept on swinging but clearly fuming as she keeps on missing, resulting in vicious cycle, and who can blame her? She has to contend with two opponents instead of one, and now possibly a third if she doesn’t stop berating herself as she heads back to corner.

ROUND 4:
Stella all smiles in between - she’s doing a great job so far, with nary a scratch on her. All that changes in the fourth when Hudgens charges at Roberts again, looking for a quick knockdown, but meets a brick wall when her opponent refuses to retreat this time and instead stands her ground. First punch lands hard on Emma’s nose, but then BLAM - Dollhouse vixen SWIVELS her head to the side in painful retort, falling back on her power advantage and stunning Stella in her tracks! GAH! Stella stumbling from that shot right, regains her balance just in time for another hook to land on her other cheek, which sends her packing in the other direction. Emma growling, revenge on her breath, stalks her to the ropes with more punches to the gut, giving her entire body a work over until Hudgens manages to clinch up along the ropes. There's shrill screaming from one corner of the ring, but it’s not coming from Stella, who continues to eat shot after shot to the tummy in close quarters. No - it’s from Nessa, whose pleasant personae all gone, now replaced with a crazed, banshee look-alike, yelling at her sister to “GET THE F*CK OUTTA THERE!!” Stella at least manages to keep Emma close to her chest, arm wrapped firmly around the shoulders, pulling her in close. Emma determined to work the belly with her free hands, but can't put Stella away this round. Will this come back to bite her in the next?

ROUND 5:
Poor Stella - expectedly she’s berated wildly by her sister in the corner, now the unfortunate victim of two enemies rather than one. Well, the ‘pep talk’ seems to have worked. She’s out of corner at the bell with another flurry of punches directly at Roberts’ head. Emma not to be outdone, and the two girls just stand and trade leather like two tidal waves crashing into one another in open water for a good minute. However, Stella landing far more punches... and again it’s Emma’s rage getting the best of her - red-faced, she’s wailing away, no doubt, but she’s not defending herself well, leaving Hudgens to plant one on her then bob to the side and avoid that comeback. Roberts getting wrecked without even realizing it, even if she’s advancing forward. Bell rings and only then does she recoil backwards in pain, her jaw throbbing and body aching. Stella no spring chicken either though, but at least there's a smile on her face, hoping to see one on her sister’s too. 

ROUND 6:
Here we go with the sixth! Girls heading into uncharted waters here, with Roberts hoping to stay afloat in this fight, and Stella - well, who knows what's going through the young girl’s mind, especially when you have an older sister glaring into your soul. Stella hanging back, circling, knows she’s in the lead and the best option would be to preserve it. Emma doesn't see it that way, obviously, cautiously advancing, jabbing, advancing and jabbing, hoping to feel Stella out and more importantly, her true game plan here. Stella fighting more and more like the devil herself (and trust us the comparison is more than adequate for her sister). She’s punching wilder and faster, hoping to overwhelm Emma with volume, but if there's one thing we’ve learnt, it’s is that Roberts proves immune to pain when she’s enraged. Dollhouse wonder manages a right cross straight powered to the center of gloves, directly shoving Stella back into the ropes with a yelp. Stella stunned by that one, doesn't see right hook follow-up that ROTATES her on the spot! Good god that was a nasty shot!! Stella agreeing with that assessment cos’ DOWN. SHE. GOES! Ragdolling downwards and landing on her side with a THUD. Is it over already?! 

Emma’s chest heaving as she hurls insults down at Hudgens from above. That's what you get when you cross her… but truth is she managed to fight smarter this round in order to secure that knockdown in the first minute. Same aggression but with more focus as she cornered Hudgens and just went to work. But lots more to do before she can contain that other demon however, with Vanessa unable to make up her mind between screaming insults at Roberts or hurling threats at her sister from the apron below in order to ‘motivate’ her to get back up, or else…

Stella to her credit follows those instructions to the tee - manages to recover by the count of 8, but she’s listing dangerous to one side, dizziness not wearing off yet before the referee has to wave to resume this round. No complaints from Roberts, who charges! Smattering of punches from Emma, whom we’ve never seen wanting a victory more badly before (yes, even in her match against that other Emma recently). She’s battering at Stella’s guard with little mercy, stuffing lefts and rights into her lithe tummy when she can't headhunt as well. Stella gurgling, groaning, eyes wide, immense pressure of the world on both her shoulders to hang in there for another two minutes or so. She’s taking and absorbing… until she f*cking can't anymore… big hook blasts her guard apart, making it easier with spanks of leather off her flanks. Stella crying out in pain, sobbing “I can’t… I can't…” amidst Nessa’s “DON’T YOU F*CKING QUIT YOU BIG BABY--” Emma not listening to either girl at this point… another right hand RIPS into the cheek and AGAIN Stella spun on the spot, before crashing down to canvas for the count this time!! She’s making ZERO effort to rise here, the pressure proving just too much! It’s over!!

Official Decision: Emma Roberts defeats Stella Hudgens via KO6!

AFTER: 
Again, we’re not sure who’s the real ‘loser’ of this fight - Vanessa shrieking in horror at the sight of her sister’s prone body on the mats. Stella alive, definitely, but not moving, eyes closed, trying to block the peripheral sounds as she’s knocked out cold on her back. Emma of course the only winner here, grinning wickedly at Vanessa, hands on hips, considering her options. She chooses to approach both sisters, spring in her step, all the while taunting and spewing insults at Vanessa still hanging her head in her hands at the apron. 

“Your sister is a joke, and YOU’RE a joke…Ne-ss-ie.” Emma taunts as she gives the younger sister’s prone body a lazy kick for good measure, more aimed at annoying Vanessa than doing any real damage.

Vanessa’s cold, hard stare shifting her attention towards Emma - eyes saying everything here, warning ‘not to f*cking touch Stella again, or else…’
Emma ignoring the threat of course, smirking as she reaches down for a fistful of Stella’s hair, and that does it! 

Vanessa rushing forward under the ropes, into the ring for the rescue, trying to claim her sister’s body for herself. Roberts backing off immediately, unwilling to engage the older Hudgens sister, but manages to sneak in a slap to Stella’s sleepy face right before Vanessa chases her out of the ring, the blonde quickly sliding out under the ropes and landing safely outside, making sure Nessa gave up the chase before grinning widely at the angry brunette as Emma is welcomed into the protection of her fellow Dollhouse stable-mates. 

Vanessa is left standing over her sister’s body as though spoils of war that belonged to her all along, clearly frustrated as the victor of this bout exits the arena to loud cheers from the capacity crowd and another notch on her belt! 

A victory for Emma Roberts here tonight, and perhaps a taste of things to come!