Taylor Swift versus Sarah Chalke
(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)

BEFORE:  "Taylor is in for some surprise tonight if she thinks I'm just another jobber. Rowland ... Holmes ... none of them have my class or bendy power.  Tonight I'll begin my ascent after Taylor takes a nap on the canvas" states a confident Sarah Chalke. "Sarah has a big mouth for a winless fighter.  She thinks she can make a name for herself by beating me, but she'll just be another footnote in my career" responds an agitated Taylor Swift.

Chalke out first, disrobes to reveal a tight red bikini, matching gloves,  hair swept back into a ponytail. Crowd ooing and aahing as Sarah's in great shape tonight,  abs rippling as she awaits her foe. Taylor finally makes her way to the ring, escorted by Jaime Pressly and Cameron Diaz. Diaz removes her robe to reveal a baby blue bikini, matching gloves, loose curls framing her face.  During the refs instructions Sarah lunges forward towards Taylor forcing her to cover up as Chalke laughs.

R1: Lovely blondes meet midring, circling as they exchange quick flurries of jabs off raised mitts before disengaging. Swift wins the standoff, arching a left cross that lands just above Sarah's raised guard, moving inside to hook Chalke's abs just as Sarah weaves to her right and connects with a big left cross that pounds Taylor in the mouth and sends her backpeddling behind a raised gusrd. Chalke surging forward, bending at the hips to land punishing lefts and rights to Swift's belly and ribs. Taylor grumpy, scooting along the ropes, spitting out right jabs as she tries to keep Sarah off her.  Chalke in pursuit, constantly swinging away to keep Taylor off balance. In the final seconds Swift ducks underneath a booming left hook, snapping Sarah's head back with a right jab just underneath Chalke's eye followed up by a right to the breasts that brings Sarah stumbling forward at the bell.

R2: Chalke setting up at the ropes,  leaning back, luring Taylor forward. Swift throws a three piece left jab right hook left jab combo off Sarah's raised mitts as Chalke dips left and slings a pair of right hooks that bounce Swift's head back and send her stumbling backwards! Taylor's hurt!  Sarah stooping forward to bounce a pair of left hooks off Swift's belly before slinging a right above her raised guard and popping her head back as Taylor swoons against the ropes! Chalke letting her hands fly as the crowd roars, Swift weeping into her mitts as Sarah chops hateful hooks just below her elbows, jabbing at her breasts, Taylor's hands drop to her chest as Sarah knocks her head back again and again behind a merciless jab, Swift's eyes glassy, sinking to a seat on the second rope, out on her feet just as the bell sounds! Chalke roaring in Swift's barely coherent face,  bodied back by the ref as Taylor collapses on her stool, Jaime trying to revive her desperately as big blonde swoons on her stool. Sarah snarling on her stool, chest and belly heaving as she threw everything she had bidding for a second round knockout!

R3: Taylor needs a push off her stool, stumbling forward on her heels as Chalke prods forward, Sarah pelting Swift's guard with quick jabs before getting back to work downstairs. Taylor ashen faced,  pulling her shorter foe into a clinch,  left dangling over Sarah's back as she holds on for dear life. After the refs break Sarah's back on her girl, hurling buggywhip rights just above Swift's hip as she melts into her mitts. Taylor tearing up, turns to take a thudding shot on her left hip before slinging an overhand right that buckles Sarah's knees! Chalke babystepping backwards,  mouth open in shock as Taylor storms in. Swift thudding jabs off Sarah's forehead forcing her guard up before  hurling hooks and uppercuts from her hips detonating off Chalke's belly and breasts.  Taylor seething, out for vengeance,  blasting downward jabs into Sarah's belly button as it's now Chalke who's crying into her mitts. Bell saves little blonde from further damage and earns Swift a drawn round from her late savagery.

R4: Swift upbeat off her stool, working behind her left jab, stinging Sarah with quick flurries before weaving away. Taylor busting her girl up, continually finding a home just below Chalke's left eye as she tries unsuccessfully to work her way back inside. Sarah's eye begins to swell forcing her on the run for the first time tonight.  Swift in pursuit, hurling lunging hooks to Sarah's breasts and belly as Chalke snares her right arm and pulls her forward. Sarah unloading right hooks to the body in desperation,  shots spanking against Taylor's belly as big blonde feeds her foe a shoulder, shoving her off and following up with a left cross snapping her head back and forcing her to release her arm at the bell.

R5: Sarah unable to see out of her left eye, keeping her left mitt at her ear as Taylor wades in. Swift taking her time to place her shots, lunging in and out as she pelts Chalke with crosses to the breasts winning a sob of anguish before hurling right hooks just below her left elbow. Sarah leaning into the ropes taking a horrible beating, bending forward as she tries to evade a high right as Taylor loads up on a left uppercut and blasts through Chalke's shoddy guard! Cruel punch sends sweat and spit flying across the ring as Sarah's mouthpiece trickles down her chest as she collapses to the canvas!  Taylor screaming down at her foe, bodied back by the ref. Chalke fast asleep on the canvas as the count hits ten! KO5 Taylor Swift!

AFTER: Jaime Pressly lifting her girl upwards in a tight bearhug, Swift beaming raising her mitts, despite a disheartening start to her career she's finally fought her way back to  the .500 mark! Swift exits the ring, slapping hands with the crowd as Chalke is tended to by her seconds. Little blonde came so close to stopping and dropping Taylor but Swift's legs and toughness persevered tonight!