Taylor Swift versus Emily VanCamp
(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)

BEFORE: "Taylor had better pay attention to me and not Iggy. She's never had much luck with stronger, curvier foes. Thus far her "push" has been against washed up former names and C list sparring partners. Tonight I'll teach her what a real fighter can do" states a confident Emily Van Camp.

"Iggy had better... err.... Emily is a pretty good fighter but she's in for a rude awakening tonight, after that I have some unfinished business" responds Taylor when informed of Van Camp's predictions. Swift more occupied with earlier events, furiously ordering Camila to text for her while Monica and Kate wrap her hands.

Bout held on the pier overlooking the beach as the sun has begun to set.

Van Camp out first in a yellow bikini, matching gloves, blonde hair swept back around her shoulders. Swift out next, escorted by Monica and Kate, lean beauty disrobes to reveal a dueling yellow bikini, matching gloves, short blonde hair framing her face.  Emily smirking during the refs instructions, calling attention to her toned curvy physique while snickering at "the bean pole" in front of her.

R1: Taylor moving forward cautiously,  gloves at her chin, deploying a crisp left jab while gauging Emily's range and speed. Van Camp nimble on her feet, deflecting Taylor's range finding jabs off her mitts while stooping to jab at Taylor's belly and twist her way inside. Emily eating the stray series of jabs, but really making Taylor pay for them as she hurls a pair of hooks to Taylor's ribs. Swift grimacing as Emily's yellow mitts stich at her core,  wrapping her right arm around Emily's waist to clinch. Blonde beauties refusing to give ground, Taylor's lean legs evenly matched with Emily's powerful stems as they spin backwards into the ropes. Emily's firm backside bounces against the cables as Taylor leans downward.  Girls exchanging muffled tight blows,  Taylor landing lefts to Emily's ribs while Van Camp taps away at her lower back. After the ref breaks Taylor is on the run, working behind her jab and weaving away from Emily's counter shots at the bell.

R2: Taylor jabbing away,  using long legs to rapidly retreat to the perimeter forcing Emily to take risks less she fall behind early. Swift beginning to find a home for her right hooks, burying them underneath Van Camp's elbow and forcing her to clinch. Emily pushing Swift back towards the ropes, countering with her own punishing hooks to the body, landing sequences just above Taylor's hip as she whines in protest. Swift twisting to her right, landing a counter hook to Emily's rippling abs, cramping her up and bringing her stumbling forward, forcing Taylor to back peddle under her weight, tight little backside on the ropes. Swift baring her teeth, letting her hands go, peppering Van Camp as she covers up, leaning into her. Taylor swinging recklessly, mostly tagging Emily's guard or arms, Van Camp taking shelling well as Swift's punches begin to lose strength, at the bell it's Taylor hanging on as Emily crushes her against the ropes.
Swift out of breath on her stool, chest heaving,  quickly taking on water as Monica chides her for wasting nearly sixty punches. Emily staring at her foe, smirking as she's beginning to exploit her taller foes lack of experience.

R3: Van Camp storms off her stool hurtling into Swift as Taylor shrieks covering up earmuff. Taylor still gassed out, easily pinned against the ropes by Emily as she lays siege to Swift's lean body, lathering her with shots off her mitts and shoulders before pounding away at her body. Van Camp grinning, hooks Taylor right on her bottoms bunching her up. Swift ashen faced as Van Camp pounds her belly button, sending a sickening thud around the arena as Swift moans in pain.  Taylor desperately clinches, managing to buy a few precious seconds before the ref moves in. Swift stumbling around the perimeter,  Emily spooking her at will with feints high before further bartering her body.  Swift beginning to tear up, sighing as the bell sounds. Between rounds Taylor winces on her stool, abs quivering as Monica tries to ice them down.

R4: Swift trying to jab her foe back but her punches are reduced to slaps at this point.  Emily weaving around Swift's weak offerings, muscling out of clinch attempts and continuing to subject Taylor to the worst body beating of her young career. Swift sobbing aloud into her mitts, thudding blows sending tremors throughout her body.  Taylor unable to move, unwilling or unable to trade, Emily ends her torture with a thudding uppercut that splits her mitts and sends her thudding to the canvas arms trapped underneath her chest as the ref jumps in... no need for a count as Swift twitches on the canvas. KO4 EVC!

AFTER: Van Camp showboating,  prancing for the crowd as Nina Dobrev and Kate Upton emerge to grab Empire's trainers. Emily quickly throwing off her gloves, pulling Taylor to her hands and knees and promptly wrapping her legs around Taylor's battered body, arms pressing her KO'ed head into her ample chest. Swift unable to fight her off, crying out softly as her mitt taps at EVC's sweaty back, eventually Jaime Pressly storms the ring and sends EVC sauntering off. EVC sending a statement to Swift tonight !