Kristen Stewart
Emma WatsonHolding Emma's black bra strap with one hand, Kristen balled her other fist and began pistoning short punches to the Brit's face, snapping the dazed Watson's head back again and again as the American chortled. Halting her barrage, Stewart grasped both bra straps now and pulled her rival's face up close to hers. Smugly, the leering Kristen says, "We both knew it was going to end this way, bitch...you just got lucky, beating me last time. Now it's lights out for you!"
Things definitely looked bleak for the English lass in this Knockout Only Match with her most hated nemesis. But Emma has made a career out of defying the odds and surprising the naysayers, and she suddenly does so again as the spark of lucidity returns to her eyes and adrenalin pulses through her body. Without warning, she snaps her head forward, slamming her forehead squarely between Stewart's eyes.
Releasing her opponent, the shocked and stunned brunette staggers backward on wobbly legs, her eyes glazed and crossed from the unexpected blow. Watson's own legs were just as unsteady, but still she commanded herself to pursue her adversary. "Lights out...what a marvelous idea!" she says with a sweet smile that masks her jungle ferocity, lashing out with a kick that catches Emma in her lower belly, doubling her over with a whoosh of escaping breath.
Pulling her rival's head firmly between her thighs, Watson wraps her arms around Kristen's waist and, with a great grunt, manages to lift her up off of the floor. Dropping swiftly to her knees, Emma drives the crown of Stewart's skull into the carpeted floor with a piledriver, and Emma's body flops limply to the floor, all but a low moan the only sign that she yet clings to consciousness.
This move depleted what scant reserves of strength which the Brit still had, and it is only with great effort that she is able to roll Kristen over onto her back. Emma then more or less just lets herself collapse atop her foe, careful to maneuver herself so that her breasts cover Stewart's face, enveloping it. Skin and sweat mingle to form an airtight seal, allowing the exhausted lass to simply lay there in order to drive her victim into complete unconsciousness.
It has been a close battle, with the end very much up in the air until the final conclusion, but a win was still a win, and Emma was so looking forward to rubbing this one in her hated rival's face...at least until the next time they fought.
