Taylor Swift versus Jen England
(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)

Before: "I don't know why Swift came to our offices, but if it was for a spot she's out of luck. We don't need any flash in the pan, feather fisted barbies" states an irate England. "England has a big mouth, but we all know she's intimidated and jealous. She's a dinosaur who couldn't make it as a wannabe wrestler, much less here. After tonight we'll see who the flash in the pan is." Taylor fires back furiously.

Jenny England in a baby blue bikini, white gloves and boots, blonde locks swept back into a ponytail. Swift in a yellow bikini, matching gloves and boots, short blonde hair loose about her shoulders. Sharp contrasts between the two, England the seasoned fighter, shorter but sculpted. Swift lean and tall, towering over her opponent as the ref drones pre fight instructions.

R1: England moving quicker than Taylor antcipated, rushing forward and unloading flurries to the body. Jenny moving well, peppering Swift to the belly and ribs before retreating to the perimeter. Taylor bobbing, trying to counter but eventually forced to clinch as England is visibly frustrating her early. Swift trying to find her groove and jab from afar, but it's England in command at the bell. During the break Shania whispering into Taylors ear as she stares across at her foe.

R2: Swift moving forward, hands at her face, allowing Jenny to wade in. England landing to the belly as she slowly backs Taylor to the ropes. Swift covering up, leaning downward onto Jenny, pushing her left down allowing Swift to land cuffing hooks high, turning England's head. Taylor using her reach to punch downwards over Jenny's guard and into her heaving chest.  Swift's eyes brighten as England whimpers as her mighty melons are bombarded. Swift pulled off at the bell as an irate Jenny covers her battered chest on the way to her stool.

R3: England barreling off her stool, seeking vengeance for her aching rack.  Taylor momentarily spooked, covering up earmuff as Jenny tackles her into the turnbuckles. Jenny flailing away as Swift covers up, desperately bobbing away from booming haymakers but unable to protect her lanky core. England blasting Taylor in the belly, punishing her with hooks to the navel as Swift moans, swooning into the ropes,  Jenny pulling Taylor's head down, blasting her in the shoulder and in the back of the head as the ref drags her away and reprimands her as Swift struggles to stand, gloves draped above the cables. Taylor taking her time to recover as England fumes in her corner.  When action resumes England once again barrels into Swift. Taylor bracing against the turnbuckles, landing compact hooks to England's jaw bringing a slow trickle of blood from a busted lip. Swift invigorated by the sight of blood, unloading hooks as Jenny covers up high. England clinching Taylor around the waist, holding on until the bell.

R4: Taylor moving quickly behind the jab, backing her foe into the ropes for the first time tonight as England covers up earmuff. Taylor gritting her teeth as she hooks Jenny under the left elbow and belly winning gasps of exhaustion from her foe. England swooning, hands beginning to drop as her sweaty core begins to pinken. Swift lands a compact uppercut to the solar plexus followed by a hook to the chest forcing Jenny to drop her hands, DOWN GOES ENGLAND! Swift blasts her head over the top rope with a left uppercut, sending Jenny careening off the ropes and bouncing face first onto the canvas. Swift glaring downward as the ref bodies her to a neutral corner, count a mere formality as Jenny sobs into the canvas! KO 4 Taylor Swift!

After: Taylor climbing the ropes, bellowing into the crowd as England is extracted from the ring. "Well, I guess the worst kept secret is out of the bag. While I have cherished my time at Mirage I wasn't going to get the push my career needed." After this little stable war my contract will be traded to Empire. I'm not sure for whom but..." Swift kicked in the lower back by a seething Olga Kurylenko. "You'll never beat me, or take my place *****" screams Olga as she locks her legs around Taylor's waist and squeezes as Swift screams in pain. Bedlam ringside as girls from both sides of the war begin to brawl. Not the introduction Empire or Swift envisioned but surely the start of something !