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24 March 2023 Lily Collins vs Emma Watson

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VIX: A Final Knockout @ The Kia Forum

Posted by caspian on 25 March 2023 at 3:15 am

3. Lily Collins vs Emma Watson (Final/Race to the Hall-of-fame) (w/ Special Guest Referee Vanessa Hudgens)

Lily:
(33, 5’5, 112, 78:21 FCBA, VIXENs)

Emma:
(32, 5’5, 62:37 FCBA, VIXENs)

Vanessa:
(34, 5’2, Lookout! Boxing)

BEFORE:
Just one more win for EITHER girl, who will find herself on the side of history! Lily Collins is absolutely seething in one corner of the press hall, having lost the last three fights in a row, but knowing all she needs to do is win this final fifth one to claim the coveted prize.

So what if she’s lost the Best-of-Five? What’s important is she beats Emma across the finish line. To make matters worse, there’s the presence of ANOTHER arch-nemesis and forever thorn in her side, with Lookout! Boxing’s Vanessa Hudgens gloating from the center of the stage, unprecedented powers acceded to the Special Guest Referee of tonight’s contest.

“I couldn’t be happier to see Emma and Lily beat the living crap out of each other,” Nessa croons first, part of the only pre-fight presser where the reporters are perhaps more eager to get the referee’s thoughts first. “Of course I’ll be a fair judge for tonight. I absolutely hate the two of them equally.”

Nessa smirks and flashes a dangerous look to her left and right, as both Lily and Emma both disregard her with equal malice. These three fighters have danced many times before in the ring, and perhaps the only other person Lily might hate more than Watson might be this ring official, dressed in a white and black cropped top and short black trunks.

“Nell was an absolute trainwreck of a referee,” Lily says next, shaking her head. “But I must say that whoever thought it was a good idea to put Nessa in the ring with the two of us was absolutely INSANE. If dear Pudgens tries to intervene with my Hall-of-Fame qualifying match, Emma won’t be the only girl I end up thrashing.”

“While I don’t share Lils’ exact sentiments, I would have hoped that our qualifying match would go off without a hitch,” Emma says next, nodding confidently to the crowd. “I’ve already won the last three fights -- I see NO reason why I won’t come out on top for our fourth.”

“If you’re so cocky, why not offer Lily-Kaput a rematch clause?” Nessa suddenly chimes in from the middle of the room, drawing loud, excited chatter from across the room.

Emma looks confused for a moment, before her lips twist into a smirk. “I’d be agreeable to that…”

“f*cking hell I need such a thing when I knock you out! I’m NOT going to--” Lily shrieks back from the other end of the table.

But Lily’s voice is drowned by the uproar from the crowd and fight officials, who have to quickly consult the starcharts for such an unprecedented move. “How about it, Lils? Win or lose, the loser gets a rematch clause. To be used at their discretion.”

“I’m not going to NEED a rematch clause, Twatson,” Lily snarls again, halfway out of her seat. “Because I’m gonna beat your ass into the ground tonight, then smear my abs all over your face! But I’ll gladly do it a SECOND time if you freakin’ want me to!”

Gleeful Hudgens likes being the instigator between these two rivals, warning Lily to not lay a hand on her when the three gals come face-to-face later at the podium. Emma cocks her head to the side, enjoying Lily’s little meltdown and shifty-eyed glares. Like it or not, Collins’ confidence has been shattered within these past three months, after going 32 wins in 2022 and suddenly dropping to a three-loss streak to a hated rival.

One can only hope that Lily has put in the extra work these past three weeks to really rest and consolidate her position. Hours later, we’re in the heart of the arena, where the roof has been shuttered and the indoor temperature a toasty 80 degrees.

Before we head to the ring proper, some choice SOUNDBITES are blasted over the arena’s LCD highlight reel and speakers, either rival making their feelings clear and promising to do unspeakable things to the other once the dust has settled:

Lily Collins:

Emma Watson:

In one corner of the ring, Lily Collins is dressed in an all black sports bra and short trunks, not messing about with her colors tonight, as she raises red gloves to the roar of the crowd. In the other, Emma Watson has gone for a dark blue sports bra, white trunks, and black gloves, also enjoying a hearty cheer from her army of fans.

In the center of the ring, a still-grinning Vanessa Hudgens is enjoying every second of this showdown, the brunette looking toned and flashing too much skin for a sanctioned ring official. That tight black-and-white striped singlet is tied into a knot, showing off her pristine abs that fortunately won’t see much action tonight. The Lookout starlet is also wearing a tight pair of short denims, accentuating the rest of her figure.

“I want a good and clean fight from both you bitches, you hear?!” Nessa shouts, before sticking out a middle finger in both directions.

There’s the wave of the hand! HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Flyweight action! This match will determine the first girl to qualify for the FCBA Hall-of-Fame!

ROUND 1:
It’s the finale, folks! And both girls KNOW it! They HURTLE inwards, either to seize the final prize, or eternal shame enshrined for the loser coming in second! Opening seconds of the round see both girls simply MAULING each other across the head and body, both Lily and Emma torqueing punches across the face to see who comes out on top!! Lily’s known for her resilience but she can’t resist going after her rival’s body, that sickening taste of Watson’s abs still fresh on her lips from their last encounter. She bashes a hook low and off the side, but eats a faceful of leather for her efforts, with Emma planting her feet and absorbing, before sending Collins half-spinning to the side with a grunt! AND HERE COMES EMMA, so close to the finish line as she whacks and wails away at Lily’s weathered guard, planting more combos into her arms and pushing her back towards the ropes too early in this fight! Hudgens meanwhile looks absolutely delighted by the proceedings, but especially at the sight of Lily getting driven back into the ropes, a couple more stiff gloves plowed into her stomach before the bell rings to end this first foray and effort! Collins might need to readjust her strategy if she hopes this fifth outing will be any different from her previous three losses in a row! “Get the f*ck outta my way!” Lily snarls at Nessa’s mock query of concern, the Lookout starlet passing her by with a snarky, “Wanna give up yet, Lilyputt? I could take over if you’re having trouble, you know?”

ROUND 2:
Collins snarls as she checks Emma’s jabs and plants swift leather back into her rival’s face, a stark contrast from the first round of all-out, unabated warfare. Emma’s getting dismantled this time, some of her own counter-punching tools being used against her. Lily waits till the overconfident Brit sails at her with a flurry, blocking the first few before sending a hook clean to the side and angled arm. POW! Emma’s face gets turned to the side, her jawline throbbing as hook after hook catches her clean to the chin, Watson seen wincing and backing away by the third time this happens. It’s high time the Harry Potter starlet takes her opponent seriously, no matter how easy she might think Lily might be a pushover after three back-to-back victories! Last minute and Lily gets her lips stuffed by a cross to the kisser as well, but the dark-haired brunette gets the last laugh with a lunging left glove buried into the stomach to finish the round wide.

ROUND 3:
A slower start, as both girls catch their breath after two rounds of already intense action. Their cheeks and parts of their torsos have already turned a bright shade of pink, and we still have eight more rounds to go! Jabs sent at the face, but most are taken on the arms or gloves, making Hudgens exclaim in exasperation after a minute of mutual dancing: “COME ON, YOU BITCHES GONNA FIGHT, OR DO I HAVE TO KICK YOUR ASSES MYSELF?!” which earns a glare from both corners. The Vixens have no reason to listen to the referee, of course, least of all one of such low repute (in their eyes). But they do pick up the pace, quick flurries bashing in high and low, each catching the other on the chin and body before Emma evades an overhead cross from Collins. In the flash of the moment, Collins’ eyes go wide --she’s made a fatal error here! Her head gets shot upwards as Watson plants an uppercut to the base of her chin, another hook sailing across her face to spin her 180 degrees to the side! Collins lets out a grunt, looking to salvage the situation with her arms locked back over her face… but she’s again taking punishment to her body, Emma burying further leather straight into her torso. Thankfully, the bell rings seconds after, with Hudgens getting in Watson’s warpath and trying to hold her back. Rare sight indeed to see Lily’s hated rival saving her from more punishment. But there’s no love lost between Emma and Nessa either, with the former actress roughly shoving her off with a stern warning of “Don’t freakin’ touch me!”, which draws a scowl from Nessa, who was only trying to level the playing field.

ROUND 4:
“I don’t f*cking need your help, Nessie!” Lily yells in between rounds, and Hudgens has had enough of both fighters’ insolence, almost getting into an altercation in Lily’s corner after marching in to confront her face-to-face. Hard SHOVE to the shoulders has the referee almost falling back and onto her bum, though Hudgens quickly recovers her balance and fights back the urge to deliver a haymaker of her own between Lily’s eyes! The Lookout! starlet controls her urges, however, instead pulls out a yellow card and orders points ducked for laying hands on an official! Lily’s powerless to protest as her scoreboard dips negative, meaning she’s got to work doubly hard to win this fight! Meanwhile, Emma Watson’s just smirking from her own corner, recovering her breath. She probably would have done the same if Hudgens had confronted her, but this just gives her another edge to win this fight.

Sound of the bell, however, and it’s quickly downhill for Miss Watson, Lily practically RUSHING her down and crashing into her with the force of a torrential hurricane. The Emily in Paris starlet knows she needs to put in 150% now if she wants to win, and doesn’t give Emma any chance to fight back, each gloves shoved into her face met by two of her own, as Watson grunts and winces and wilts from the sudden onslaught! Magical’s getting walked back towards the corner, groaning as another hook is buried into her side, Lily alternating between chopping leather into either side of her head, then both sides of her tummy. Emma initiates the clinch but gets nailed with another uppercut to the chin, and she has no choice but to hold onto her rival’s shoulders and back or risk sinking down to her knees for a first knockdown attempt! Lily snarls into her face, of course, doing everything in her power to force her down to her knees. She can’t break free of Emma’s grip, however, and the most she can do is shove forearms and more gloves into the waistline. Bell rings and this time, it’s Lily getting pulled off by Nessa, and we all know that’s a terrible cocktail for disaster!

Lily immediately RETALIATES with a stiff punch between the eyes, which rocks Hudgens backwards! Sure, she’s forced to let go of Watson, who drops to her knees by the ropes, but both Collins and Vanessa then LUNGE at each other, snarling and slapping, a strange sight indeed to see the ring official later hauling one of her fighters by the hair and then sending her careening across the ring with a Hair Whip! No such conflicted thoughts for those in attendance, however, who have paid good money to see these three gals throw down! Credit where it’s due, we guess,, that Nessa restrains herself from inflicting more damage afterwards. The special guest referee had a job to do, and she did it. So what if Collins is left lying on the ground, dazed and groaning? Both fighters have been separated, and Nessa issues Collins another stern warning to keep her hands off her booty, or else!

ROUND 5:
Even with the added advantage, Emma finds herself on the losing end, having been simply overwhelmed by Lily’s force of nature. She has another chance to redeem herself and turn this fight around, but can’t quite know what to do with Lily’s overly aggressive nature. Collins resumes her assault as though that showdown with Hudgens never occurred, for a moment making the referee worry when she BULL-RUSHES out of her corner at the sound of the bell. But no… Lily has her eyes locked back on the wounded Watson, immediately sending a flurry to her head before catching her with a stunner of a right hand to the stomach. Watson back on the retreat, trying to reestablish distance first, before any semblance of control, and lastly, god forbid, her own dominance. It’s one thing to knock down and KO a girl who’s crammed her schedule over the last six months; quite another to face a determined and refreshed Collins. Lily meets some resistance in the second minute, a hook intercepted and then taking a shot across the chin. But Collins holds her ground, immediately responds with a backhand across Magical’s face, sending Watson reeling to the side in turn! Emma gets thrown into the ropes, looking even more wounded and glassy-eyed! She’s powerless as she takes another drubbing series to her stomach, Lily rocking hooks into her abs before slamming a third to the side of her face! AND DOWN SHE GOES, Miss Watson letting out with a curt groan her head returning from over the top rope before going SLIDING down Lily’s frame! Collins is breathing hard from above, both brows narrowed, and both gloves planted over Watson’s disheveled hair, the Brit’s gasping lips parted just inches above her briefs!

It’s a KNOCKDOWN for Lily Collins, who sees the first flicker of hope at the end of the tunnel! Hudgens tries to get in there and herd her back to the neutral corner, but knows better than to interrupt her rival’s victory pose. “Count her the f*ck out!” Lily commands, which draws a glare from the ref, who doesn’t like being told what to do. But Hudgens obliges, slowly shouting out numbers by the side. If Lily was expecting this to be the money-shot of the evening, however, of Emma’s shocked face planted on her breathing belly, she doesn’t get the satisfaction. Not yet, at least, with Watson roughly shoving her off moments later, and spitting to the side. Separated, Lily has no choice but to circle back to a corner to await the eventual count-out. But whether it’s Hudgens deliberately counting out a teeny-weeny little too slowly, or Emma’s own firm resolve, the Brit gets back up to her feet with a nod to Hudgens that she intends to continue this fight.

Bell rings, and with another mutual shout, both girls CLASH along the ropes, Lily pouncing inwards with a superwoman punch, intending to knock Emma’s head clean off its hinges! But Watson holds onto her marbles, absorbing shot after shot across the arms, then bracing her body as Lily lathers her torso with leather instead. No dice for Collins at the bell, who lets out a frustrated shout after being denied the final win. This fight is going into the second half, folks, with Lily leading slightly in points.

ROUND 6:
Poor Magical’s looking shaken in her corner, however, as the bell rings for the sixth. She’s never faced this version of Collins before. Maybe it’s the inclusion of two rivals in the ring that has finally pushed Lily over the edge. Shadow comes right back in, without breaking a sweat, forcing Emma to rise to the occasion and meet her blow for blow, devastating hook for devastating hook. Girls TORCH each other in close quarters, exchanging biffs to the cheek and more baffs off the torso, taking turns pinning the other into the ropes. Push as hard as Lily has, however, and the Vixen finds herself quickly running out of steam, left gasping for air on Emma’s shoulder at one point, with Watson pressing her body into hers and still drilling right-handed uppercuts into the nook of her navel. But Lily’s abs save the day, her torso being able to take a momentous amount of punishment. She responds late in the round with a hard shoulder shoved into Emma’s chin, which stuns her briefly, before returning the favor and catching the British girl with more forearms shoved into her midsection, Emma left bent over and clutching her sides by the time the bell rings. Close round for either fighter, though we still have to congratulate Collins for taking three rounds in a row, by our count!

ROUND 7:
Hudgens tries to be cheeky in between rounds, going over to both corners and rubbing her still pristine-looking abs into either girl's face! You can imagine how neither Emma nor Lily are happy about this, but they're each too spent to do anything about it besides turn their faces away in disgust! Nessa just coos in front of both fighters seated on their stools, thrusting her bronzed tummy forward whilst disingenuously asking if they're feeling okay to continue. Rest of the VIX corner is left shouting at her to keep the match rolling, and Hudgens has no choice but to wave for the fight to continue!

Lily and Emma get off their stools with a grunt and then push themselves on to personal glory. They send tightly bunched barrages to the center of each other's arms, Lily looking for that KO number to seal the deal after three rounds of edging out her rival. Emma, however, has other ideas, rocking a sudden overhand clean between the eyes to drive her offensive charm back, before responding with short, snappy flurries that bunch up tummy flesh. Collins is soaking up the abuse, left stunned and winded for a moment but then quickly bracing her body for more. She stops Emma's advance with a stiff cuff across the chin, before slamming a series of uppercuts into either side of the Brit, drawing grunt after grunt from already bruised ribs. Last minute and they're both breathing hard, and circling, looking for that clean opening, though Lily’s desire to win outright is leaving her open to counterattack. Emma stuns her again with a bob and weave which rises to her chin, another wild cross poking into her temple to send her collapsing back into the ropes with her head spinning. Emma bends her over with a low swing to the gut, but then has to relinquish her dominant position when the bell rings too soon!

Post round sees more shouts of protest from the VIX corner, as Hudgens saunters over to the battered Lily and offers her a little extra breathing space. The only catch? Collins has to kiss her tummy. It's not just the Vixens questioning the ref's impartiality here, with the rest of the crowd immediately erupting in boos, though a small pocket of die-hard fans do shout, "TUMMY HER UP!!" Hudgens toys with the idea for a moment, though Lily is the ultimate decider, shoving the referee backwards with a look of disgust. Hudgens looks both peeved and disappointed, but then striding back to the center of the ring, still flaunting her body to the fans as though Collins is the one missing out.

ROUND 8:
Round 8 and the pressure’s beginning to mount, especially for poor Collins. She’s the one who initiated this whirlwind tour of not just matching Emma’s win-loss record, but then attempting to beat her into the Hall. Well, the results have been less than stellar, with her arch-rival just inches away from qualifying, and her OTHER nemesis just taunting her incessantly to give up. To be fair, Vanessa Hudgens is sending lip service both ways, jeering at both Emma and Lily for the lack of action in the opening seconds. Those venomous words get to Collins a little more, however, making her lunge in with a sudden right cross, hoping to pierce the veil and score off Watson’s face. But Emma, still too focused and alert, backs away just enough for the blow to be negated, and any follow-up attack from Collins is taken easily on her raised guard. Collins pushes in regardless, pounding several shots off the Brit’s torso, thinking she’s the one in full control. News flash: Watson just baited her backwards, launching a big right hook off the top of one eye, before another vapid hook is DRIVEN across her chin for good measure!! AND THERE GOES COLLINS, looking shaken and stirred, just like the four times before! The Hall-of-Fame prospect is in trouble, getting walked towards the ropes as she suffers a steady barrage of punches from her rival, Emma Watson sensing the opportunity to plunge another straight cross into her stomach, before a follow-up hook slams into her chin! LILY GOES INTO SPIN MODE, letting out a loud URRKKK before she falls, her face hitting the canvas with a loud THUD! She lies there for a couple of fateful seconds, her arms shivering, attempting a last minute rise to all fours… but it ain’t no use! Watson’s KO power on full display here in the eighth, having KNOCKED her foe OUT COLD! Special Guest Referee Vanessa Hudgens tries her best to elongate the long count to ten, but a dangerous look from Watson combined with the sheer lack of effort on Lily’s part to recover made it difficult to justify her actions! Finally, the referee raises both hands in the air, shouting, “10!! You f*cking SUCK, Collins!!”

Official Decision: Emma Watson defeats Lily Collins via KO8! Emma Watson is FIRST to qualify for the FCBA Hall-of-Fame!

AFTER:
THAT’S IT! That’s it! Miss Watson is the first of the pair to cross the threshold of 100 fights! If the rest of the stars align, that means she will qualify for the Hall-of-fame! Relief floods her face more than anything else, as her pink cheeks blush with pride. The Harry Potter starlet didn’t start this contest, but she sure as hell finished it in style, delivering a solid 4-1 string of wins to her rival.

Emma has her hand raised in the center of the ring, but keeps casting side-eyed glances over to the fallen Lily, perhaps to make sure she doesn’t escape during her victory lap. But Magical doesn’t have much to worry, with Collins lying quite motionless still, flat on her chest, her cheek still glued to canvas and her gumshield sticking out half-way.

Maybe it’s the sheer disappointment of pushing herself all the way in 2022, almost beating the record for the most number of wins in a row, matching Watson’s record in what most other girls would have taken years to do. And then, after all that, the virulent Vixen fell to Watson in straight sets back-to-back. Some pundits are calling this gauntlet series a massacre for Collins. Others are barely describing it as a contest.

Lily groans as Watson drags her up by the hair, literally peeling her off the ground and letting her weight collapse onto her hips while on her knees. Collins is barely acknowledging Emma’s superiority, her wilted gloves gently pawing at her thighs and back, half of her face glued to a pulsing pelvis, her lips inches away from the curve of her belly.

“Told you I was better, dear Lils. You just refused to listen,” Emma coos from above, her head tilted to one side and her lips curled in a smirk. “Now, you’re gonna face the consequences.”

From below, however, Collins has regained some semblance of composure, choking and spitting, trying to struggle from Emma’s grasp. But Emma seizes her hair with a tighter grip, sends a slap across her face to daze and subdue her.

“You’re not going anywhere, Lils. You lost this war, and I feel bad even calling it a fair and square victory,” Emma says with a laugh, and the most maniacal grin we’ve ever seen on her face.

Then, Lily sputters something incoherent. Her head is still pulled back, with one of Emma’s hands gripping the base of her chin and clutched around her throat.

“What’s that, Lils? Can’t hear you through all that sobbing.”

“REMATCH!!” Lily shouts, even more hoarsely than last time.

This draws another curt laugh from Emma. “You’re having a laugh, aren’t you? You want to invoke your rematch clause… right now?!”

But Lily looks dead serious, glaring up into Emma’s eyes with her nostrils fuming. “Right f*cking tonight, b*tch…” Lily says. “Unless you’re too chicken to face me again…”

One has to give the girl credit - she’s got some balls, even in defeat. Emma looks down, then about the ring, wondering if she’s even able to accept the challenge. But then, she throws her head back in mocking laughter. “I’ve beaten you four times in a row now, Lils. I’d love to make it five.”

But then, Emma leans in close, coming face-to-face with her rival. “If this is some cheap trick of yours to keep your lips from kissing my tummy… when I beat you a sixth and final time, you’re gonna suffer MUCH worse. I guarantee it.”

With that, Emma throws the defeated Collins to the ground, her head slammed down with a loud thud and groan, before heading back to her corner to celebrate. She’s already won the race to qualify for the Hall… surely accepting this sixth fight on the very same night might be rubbing salt in Lily’s wounds?

As the ring officials and referees rapidly scramble to make last minute arrangements, however, there’s at least one individual who couldn’t be happier with the result:

“Another ten rounds of both bitches busting each other up? Sign me the f*ck up!” Vanessa Hudgens laughs to the reporters by ringside. “Maybe once they’re through with each other, I’ll make them BOTH kiss my abs!”

Race to the Hall-of-Fame

Collins:Watson

1:4

Emma Watson QUALIFIES for the Hall-of-Fame!