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4 May 2018 Emma Roberts vs Abigail Breslin

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Emma Roberts(27, 5’2, 100 lbs, 6:5 FCBA, The Dollhouse)

Vs.

Abigail Breslin (22, 5’1, 127 lbs, 4:1 FCBA, Free Agent)
Results: Lookout!; Story: Caspian & The Dollhouse

BEFORE: FLASH of red pyrotechnic flares signals Emma Robert’s new, star-studded entrance into the consciousness of the FCBA audience, the all-American girl striking a pose with a flourish at the entrance whilst decked in an outfit made out of pink flamingo feathers and exaggerated black shades. Business as usual for her here as she continues to hog the spotlight, making her comments at the press conference earlier about her opponent tonight equally self-centered and derisive:

"If anyone thinks me and Abigail are good friends, they are clearly and hugely mistaken. Yes, we had to pretend to get along in the past for the sake of the show (‘Scream Queens’), but I don't have to put up with her SH*T anymore,” Emma spitting out her words with some deep-seated animosity dripping from her voice.

“*I* was the star of that show and she's been jealous of me since day one! It's easy to see why: this FATTY is plain jealous of my success and looks. Why is she even fighting at Fly?! her weight clearly makes her at least a Bantam, so she’s a cheater on top of everything. But I don’t care. Since she’s the one who asked for this fight, she's going to get what she asked for – me destroying her in front of everyone. b*tch is 100% DEAD.”

Strong words indeed from Emma who now takes her place at one corner of the ring, begins to undress from her elaborate costume, revealing her usual ring attire, pink sports bra and white tights with ROBERTS in big pink letters etched on her right thigh. Emma then begins stretching calmly, waiting for her opponent’s turn to make her entrance. Abigail Breslin entering the arena to cheers of her own, although the crowd is clearly favoring Roberts here by the looks (sounds) of it – not to be bothered - the cute movie starlet giving a brief smirk before dismissing the attention from the crowds with a wave of her hand. Abigail’s hair is tied in a tight ponytail, the curvey blonde is wearing a black sports bra showing plenty of cleavage as her large milky white breasts threaten to spill out from her too-small bra, thick thighs covered with ankle-long dark red tights and black gloves complete her sexy look for tonight.

“You know what? ‘Emma Roberts’ is just synonymous with ‘full of herself’, which ACTUALLY means – ‘full of sh*t’ - this much I’ve learnt about her since I started working with her.” Abigail responded to her opponent’s venomous words earlier tonight. “I don't take her too seriously because she’s simply not worth the time nor energy. And she wants to beat me up tonight? Tsk - she has it all wrong - I’m the one who requested this fight, and I can’t wait to bash that smug face in. She can’t back that f*cking huge mouth of hers (literally), and I’ll prove it tonight.”

Girls square off in the middle of the ring and the tension is palpable, with both of them almost identical in terms of height but obviously Abigail much heavier-set, her big frame a stark contrast to Robert’s slim petite figure. Breslin’s bulky arms clearly sounding warning bells in Emma’s head to be wary of her punch-power. “Ready to get punched in that cocky huge mouth of yours Ems?” Abigail taunts with a smirk as she stares into Emma’s hateful eyes. “I’d love to see you TRY, fatty.” Emma responds coldly, ending with her patented death stare. Referee instructs both girls to their respective corner, literally pushing the unmoving Emma back to get the girls moving in opposite directions.

No more talking. Referee calls for the start of this bout as soon as they both reach their corners, so here we go with ten rounds of Flyweight action!

ROUND 1: Pure brawling power - that’s the best way to describe what Emma Roberts has to face in the opening minute as she dodges those big hooks flying straight at her head almost immediately! Abigail wasting no time here - she seems to do away with the lame pleasantries and go straight to using her advantage: her power as she charges at her petite opponent like a truck. Emma however too fresh for that number, barely gets caught at all in the opening round. However, strategy here from Breslin for those observant enough: Emma forced to focus on own defense, watching those huge fists coming at her from left and right doesn’t leave her much room to punch back, and so when a stray right hand from Breslin catches her firmly on the guard towards the end of the round, judges chalk this up to Abigail’s good sense, and give her the round regardless of her poor hit-ratio. Emma fuming as a result as she heads back to her own corner when the bell rings - unfortunately, you don’t get points for successfully not getting hit, dear.

ROUND 2: Like her stablemate before her, Roberts needs to be on her toes and constantly adaptive to her opponent if she wants to win this. Second round and second chances abound: amazing how Breslin is still charging forward without needing to take a second breath, and Emma has to stay alert to avoid her attacks early on again. This time however Emma is proving quicker on her feet, more aware of the trajectory of this charging bear coming at her - she’s able to get out of the way much earlier and still plant jabs back into the side of her hide. Poking the bear repeatedly not the best idea, but Breslin doesn’t seem to have an answer for now, grimacing and grunting as her face, body and chest get harassed in passing whilst her own hooks just screaming through air and failing to land. Emma definitely back in the game - here’s hoping that she can take the lead in the next few rounds.

ROUND 3: FINALLY, the big girl’s getting tired. Abigail huffing heavily, still steady though - it would be a mistake for Roberts to charge in at this point to attempt to dismantle. And hell - Roberts is actually taking the advice of her own corner and staying the f*ck away. That’s one thing that has always distinguished this girl from her contemporaries like Avril Lavigne - when push comes to shove, Emma has always been the smarter, more shrewd fighter. Roberts circling like a falcon, snapping punches into the big girl’s nose and in between holes of her guard, knocking up points pretty much all the way till the end of the round. Abigail’s exhaustion getting more pronounced even without an assailant bothering her throughout, but even her big swings showing signs of slowing down as her limbs start to fail her, resulting in Emma’s clean sweep when the bell rings.

ROUND 4: To her credit, Roberts does *try* to throw caution to the wind at the start - she opts to stay out of range for the first minute, but when she sees Abigail crouched over the top rope, panting hard and not moving her feet any longer, against her better judgment she CHARGES. Abigail eating some stiff shots to the body as Emma goes to town on her without much regard to her own safety. Imagine her surprise when her face is SWIVELED to the side when Breslin counters with a backhand swing, putting every ounce of her energy as she rotates her body on the ropes. Not sure whether that punch connecting was aimed or just lucky. Emma SAVED by the ropes herself as she goes spiralling into them at the opposite end of the ring, that one shot enough to disorientate her sufficiently. Thankfully, Breslin herself slow to advance on her opponent, giving Roberts sufficient time to steady herself before more heavy blows start landing one after another on her tummy. Abigail making full use of the remaining time of this round, bullying an overwhelmed Emma around the ring and trapping the fragile blonde against the ropes. What’s more worrying is Robert’s corner frantically trying to yell some sense back into their girl, shouting at her to get the f*ck outta there, but it always doesn’t register when punches are landing left right and center. Thankfully, the referee finally calls for the bell and Breslin has to be pulled off of her prey shouting “Not that cocky anymore huh b*tch?! I’ll break your stupid face Ems!” a distraught Emma lets out a sigh of relief as she leans panting against the top rope for a few long moments watching the big blond making her way back to her corner with one arm raised. Emma finally gathers the strength to make the long way back to her own corner looking completely flustered. Tough round indeed for Roberts as she finally suffers firsthand the effects of PTSD.

ROUND 5: Anyone’s game now as we head into the fifth, but both girls understandably tired out by this point. In this climate, Abigail’s power blows become even more deadly - it’s easier for her to find their targets with Emma slowed down and still trying to shake the stars from her eyes. Hooks landing high at first, rattling her cage, but at least Roberts still with her guard holding high, although we’re not sure how long she can last like this. Hooks landing on her midsection next adding fuel to the fire - grunts of pain with each invasive glove thudding left and right into her abs. Roberts looking like a ragdoll in the hands of a violent child with Abigail’s punches hitting the poor fragile blond like a truck, until the last possible moment in the round when Emma manages to dig up some of her reserves and PLANT a firm one back square on Abigail’s tummy, eliciting a deep-throated cry of pain from the Sunshine star. It looks like that one hurt the big blond a lot! Her opponent’s pain reinvigorating Emma all of a sudden, with her now throwing more and more blows to the body with surprising malice, stunning Breslin and driving her backwards. Breslin’s body looking like her Achille’s Heel, but make no mistake, she’s still trying to knock Emma out with the occasional hook up flung high. Emma however ducking under or weaving back, rises a right hand on one such occasion: spinning uppercut sails right under Breslin’s nose and up into her jawline. Her head SNAPS back and Breslin goes tumbling down onto her butt! KNOCKDOWN for Roberts in the final second of the final minute! What a robbery of a round!!

Roberts herself too spent, too dazed to register what she’s just done, simply swaying on the spot as she awaits referee’s further instructions. Ref is already counting out the big girl on the ground, Abigail painfully trying to roll herself off her butt, onto her knees, then trying to secure the ropes with both hands to pull herself back up. Roberts wincing in horror when her rival makes it back up to her feet at the count of 7, a dreaded signal of more painful struggles to come. For this round though, Emma definitely should be feeling lucky for pulling the rug from under her opponent at the last moment.

ROUND 6: Both girls set to continue brutalizing each other as we begin the sixth… but honestly their aggressive growling betrayed by their groggy steps and shaky arms in front of faces. Emma coming off a wave of advantage here, seems to have more left in tank as she initiates the exchange before Breslin has a chance to recover fully: step in to smack a right hand into Breslin’s face, step back to avoid a textbook counter-hook. Roberts goes in again to repeat the move, each time just putting in a little more power behind each straight hand. Breslin soon like a dead woman swaying hard from north to south, with each subsequent punch blowing her backwards further and threatening to floor her completely. Final right hand by Roberts disappearing into her face completely, making her grunt like an animal, as her eyes roll upwards. She sways for a few more seconds, before falling face-down to the canvas with a thunderous THUDDD. It’s OVER! Here is your winner, ladies and gentlemen, a victory over Goliath by Emma Roberts!

Official Decision: Emma Roberts defeats Abigail Breslin via KO6!

AFTER: Suddenly, her realization of her win bringing back that condescending smirk to Robert’s face, as though it had always been lingering behind that facade of pain and farigue. Emma stepping over the snoozing Breslin, grabbing the microphone off the ring official’s hands and shouting into it as though she was just feinting her exhaustion all along.

“NEVER…………..challenge me……… again….. FATTY!” she pants breathlessly into the mic down at Abigail’s motionless body. “Everyone here tonight…..knew I would win. I’m just…..leagues better than you. In EVERYTHING. And now…what we’re gonna have here is you knocked out…..on the ground….and me slapping your fat ass… that’s what you get for being a huge……Jealous……..sl*t!”

Emma stalking about her body, before punctuating her last word by kneeling down and WHAP WHAP WHAP: sending open-palmed slaps off of Abigail’s bouncing bottoms, the crowd going wild at the sight of the Ice Queen teaching her challenger a humiliating lesson. Abigail not stirring even yet, still completely knocked out. Small consolation for the big girl who at least isn’t conscious to hear Emma’s continued, rambling rants about how she’s so much better yadayadayada. This rivalry looks done for now, although there’s no telling who else Ms Roberts might set her sights on next.