Emmy Rossum versus Taylor Swift

(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)

BEFORE: "Taylor's had a good year,  but sadly that's about to come to an end. She has length, those long arms and legs, but other than that she's an exposed fighter.  Once you sample that body or chin it's night night for Tay Tay" smirks Emmy Rossum. "Emmy is brash for a girl with only six fights, none of which were here in the FCBA. While she showed a flash of power,  she's spent her share of time on the canvas. Tonight I'll welcome Emmy to the FCBA with a black eye and a nap on the canvas."

Emmy out first, escorted by  Virginie Ledoyen and Micaela Schaefer. Rossum tosses her robe over the top rope revealing a powder blue bikini accentuating her curves, matching gloves, long brown hair tied back in a high ponytail. Taylor out next escorted by Jaime Pressly and Kate Hudson. Swift disrobes to reveal a lemon yellow bikini, matching gloves, short blonde hair loose framing her face. During refs instructions Emmy glaring icily, staring through Taylor, clearly unnerving big blonde as she bodies up to her. Clear contrast as short curvy Emmy looks up at her long lean blonde.

R1: Taylor establishes the jab early,  spearing flurries catching Emmy in the breasts and forehead, keeping her right at her cheek to disrupt Rossum's rushing attempts. Swift backing her girl up, keeping her vexed at a distance until brunette bats away a left jab and slams a right hook off blonde temple.  Taylor staggering,  retreating backwards as Rossum storms forward, Swift bobs around a left hook, drapes her arms around brunette shoulders to buy time. After the refs break blonde legs the perimeter,  keeping brunette at bay with rapid jabs as she escapes a disastrous final thirty seconds.

R2: Brunette crouching as Taylor surges forward,  snapping a left hook into blonde bikini bottoms bunching her, face twisted in agony.  Swift lurching forward,  arms draped over Emmy's shoulders as Rossum buries right hooks into blonde belly, wrapping her left around her lower back to secure her bottoms. Brunette slugging her blonde to the ropes,  pinning her against the cables until the ref separates them. Emmy snaps Swift's head back with a left cross and follows up with a right hook to the navel bringing her stooping forward, clobbering her with another left as the bell sounds.

R3: Taylor still badly shook, easily bodied back to the ropes by Emily as she lays siege to her body with compact hooks and gouging uppercuts. Blonde moaning, trying to clinch as Rossum continues to gut her, bouncing a left hook off her belly and shoulder butting her upright as she sags forward, lean legs barely keeping her upright as she sways out on her feet. Taylor blubbering incoherently,  nearly shoved over the top rope as brunette leans forward, chest heaving in exhaustion as she just can't put her blonde away. Rossum securing the ropes with her left,  pinning Taylor in place as she taps her ribs with a sequence of right hooks as the bell sounds. Swift collapsing on her stool, body and face roasted by little brunette bully.

R4: Emmy making her way midring,  mitts at her chest, looking to dip and twist into haymakers and take Taylor's head off. Swift with her right at her cheek, left at her chin, moving her upper body well to avoid brunette artillery and responding with jabs as she weaves away from harm, pelting Rossum in the mouth and forehead with quick thudding blows. Emmy begins to shift to the defensive, face scuffed from blonde jabs as Swift leans in, snapping left uppercuts off brunette breasts and chin, slamming right hooks into taut abs as the bell sounds.

R5: Rossum seeking to brawl early,  ducking underneath a left jab and slinging a left hook into Taylor's breasts knocking her out of her stance as brunette beauty charges in and squares away, hurling punishing shots from her hips as Swift stumbles back to the ropes. Taylor bobbing against the cables, hands stacked high as she makes Emmy swing and miss. Swift responding late, double clutching right hooks into brunette belly, followed by a left cross to the jugs.  Emmy snarling blasts Taylor in the ribs with a left hook followed by a pair of right crosses that swivel her head, blonde reaching forward to tie up, snaring Rossum around the waist as the round ends.

R6: Taylor scuffed up, marching forward,  mitts at her face as she jabs away at her foe, bending and twisting to avoid Emmy's counter punches, bobbing under a left hook and responding with a right uppercut to the breasts that stuns Rossum on the spot! Swift baring her fangs,  wading in as she bats straight left and rights to Emmy's toned belly before following up with a left cross to hulking brunette rack. Rossum covering up, protecting her head well, just taking stinging shots to her body as she can't get off. Emmy herded to the ropes, weaving as blonde hurls leather high and low. After evading a straight left brunette ensnares Swift's head, pulling her forward and pelting her lower back with right hands, bell sounds as the ref berates Rossum to keep it clean.

R7: More classy boxing from Taylor. Swift dropping her left to her chest, waiting for Emmy to come to her before snapping her head back with a left jab, right cross, left jab flurry. Emmy covering up earmuff,  crouching as she bobs and weaves around Swift's arcing blows. Blonde hurls a right jab, deflected by Rossum, followed by a decoy right up top to straighten her up before slinging a left hook to the belly sending Emmy staggering backwards.  Taylor charging into her wounded foe,  slamming her in the mouth with her shoulder and stacking her up against the ropes.  Swift letting her hands go, blasting brunette guard with rapid jabs and hooks before going back to work downstairs.  Rossum gritting her teeth, weaving the best she can but blonde slams her back against the ropes with a forearm bump before bouncing a right uppercut through brunette jugs and through her mitts slamming her on the chin and leaving her swaying on the spot. Taylor follows up with a pair of right hooks just below Emmy's elbows forcing her shoddy guard low and stuffing a left hook, right hook, left cross combination to brunette face as she reclines against the cables,  Swift loading up for a left just as the bell sounds. Rossum bracing against the ropes for support,  limping back to her corner after a horrendous seventh.

R8: Taylor quick off her stool,  jabbing her foe back into her corner and resuming her subjugation of Emmy! Blonde dipping underneath Rossum's desperation jabs, digging left hooks to the belly and right uppercuts to the breasts as brunette cries out in pain. Emmy turning into the ropes, trying to break away from Taylor as blonde hurls a punishing hook into her ribs followed by one to her cheek sending her to a seat on the second rope. Swift snarling, slamming a left cross into brunette nose followed by a pair of hooks to the belly as brunette cries out. Emmy cowering behind a shoddy guard, sobbing aloud into her mitts as Taylor obliterates her body into a pink mass of quit. It's all too much! Brunette takes a right hook behind her mitts slamming into her face followed by a spearing left to the belly button dropping her to a seat against the turnbuckles, scooting back, bracing her derriere against the pole, head slumped into her chest, tears streaking her face.  Emmy shaking her head when the ref steps in, official calls for the bell as brunette refuses to continue ... KO8 Taylor Swift!

AFTER: Swift climbing the turnbuckles,  raising her mitts to the lights as the crowd roars. Taylor dismounts and stares down her distraught brunette. Blonde cracks a smile as she exits the ring, pointing her left hand at a smoldering Joss Stone as she struts to the back.