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2 October 2011 Demi Lovato vs Emily VanCamp

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CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on 10/2/2011, 10:43 am

BEFORE: "I like that Demi's trying to be aggressive with me," Emily says in prefight, "but facts are facts. I'm taller. I've been around a lot longer. I'm faster and better. Chunky little singers don't threaten whippets like me: I'll take her into deep water, get her breathing hard, and finish her off. Legs beat chunk - everytime." Lovato fuming: Emily's been polite, but oh-so-smug...Demi's had it. "I'm going to smash Emily to pieces!" Lovato declares at podium; Emily cooling sipping at a glass of water, showing no reaction. "First off - I'm not chunky: I'm a 5'2", 120 pound bundle of fury - just like Dani Fishel! Dani proved girls like me could be successful in this league, and I'm sick and tired of hearing about Emily's legs. They won't look so long and sleek when she's sleeping on her back!" Emily in conservative cut royal blue bikini; wavy hair drawn into beach bun with curls framing face; small pink mitts. Demi in bra-style leopard print bikini; small black gloves; hair in damp, dark curls.

During R1,2: Rounds breeze past as Emily's on her toes, dancing about the ring, using her legs to maintain distance at all times. Ref occasionally looks ready to charge Emily with avoidance, but she's stitching jabs to Demi's pate; shoe-shining Demi's face in spots - just enough contact to resemble offence. Lovato following taller girl around - lunging at her, stumbling past as Emily plays elegant matadora...Demi so frustrated at one point in the 2nd, she stops, cuffs herself 3 right hands on the jaw and shouts: "FIGHT me, Emily!" Van Camp expressionless, won't be baited...she banks tepid points in both rounds.

R3: Em sets on front (left) leg; doubles the jab; drops the right hand clean in Demi's jaw: it's a good, vicious poke, well struck. Lovato momentarily startled, but soaking it all up...even grinning as Emily slides away. Demi bobbing forward - left hand at right eyebrow; right across her gut - she's weaving into range for clubbing rights into Emily's long ribs, svelte left hip. Van Camp poised - creating space, turning Demi, touching her...blonde girl able to negotiate the pressure, keep a lid on things for close points in the third.

R4: Demi lands a POUNDING right in Em's side early - first sign of discomfort crimps Van Camp's lips as she legs away. Moments later - revenge for Emily: she salts a right hand lead into Demi's guard; hooks her once, twice to chin...Lovato put wobbly-butt, then quickly regaining her balance. Emily's eyes narrowed...she's slowing her footwork - stepping now, keeping weight on that front (left) leg and sliding the left foot as she's circling...she's touching Demi the stiff left jab, walking her into drilling rights, clipping her hooks. Lovato grimly forward, but not jabbing herself: beautiful blonde girl able to potshot at will, gradually imposing order on little brunette riot.

R5: Classic Emily at work: weigh on left (front) leg...right heel up off canvas...jabs landing in PIK...PIK-PIK rhythms as she's pivoting smoothly clockwise. Flurries from Em pepper Lovato in spots: right hand off the jab; two quick, cuffing left hooks; side-swiping right to cheek, then the slapping hook in Demi's ribs...blonde girl leaning back out of range, circling clockwise thereafter. Brunette grumpy, lumping up...she's constantly bobbing forward - right hand at left eyebrow/right across her gut...but she just can't reach willowy Van Camp in the fifth. Bell: Emily demure back to her corner, just staring at canvas in concentration...and then: the hint of a smile on cool blonde lips.

R6: Spots of offence from Demi, but it's costing her so much just to get at Emily's haughty ribs. Lovato leaving her feet on hooks ticketed for Emily's chin: blonde girl showing great anticipation - leaning onto back (right) leg, bending out of range...then she leans forward to continue tormenting her foe. Not much pop from Emily - lots of shoe-shines - a good, darting jab - but Lovato taking even the firm strikes with good humour - even taunting Emily: "That all you got?" after stiff Van Camp connects.

R7: Easy-breezy Emily outside - long dancer's legs and sticky, mean-spirited jabs giving her air-supremacy at this point. Demi bobbing sluggishly forward, but busting up: she hasn't cut the ring off once this fight and she's not starting now. Van Camp working at range - slidin' and steppin' - she rarely has to pick up her feet and scamper as Demi's coming forward in orderly fashion. Emily mixing in diligent body work this round - strapping Lovato about the hips and waist with lithe strokes from either hand...blonde girl has her brunette breathing hard at bell.

R8: No quit in Demi: she pushes her way in, bashing away in spots...Emily forced to clinch at points - using a Muay Thai grip to pull Lovato's head down, then swing her off balance to draw ref's warnings. Cheap hold-and-spin tactics for Em prove effective: she's able to get the jab back on target - get her legs back under her - and continue on with the systematic touching-up of Lovato. Demi getting pasted, but SO determined...always willing herself forward no matter how bleak the situation is. Bell: Emily's half-way through a left uppercut ticketed for Demi's sternum...blonde girl follows through, digs into brunette body late as Lovato whines in protest.

R9: Emily intense early - leaning over front (left) leg to really penetrate on stiff punches: straight, stinging lefts and rights piercing Demi's guard, punching her mouth and cheeks. Lovato driven backwards by pinpoint head shots...she's blinking in confusion, legs shabby. Emily walks Demi down for the first time - hooks her gut once, twice; dip torso-right - hesitates - then clips Demi a snappy little right uppercut to chin. Wild right hand receipt from Lovato misses as Emily leans away, then blonde girl's back about her business, stitchin' mitts to Demi's face. Lovato on her heels, but rallying - second minute sees her walk through Emily's jab to bash hooks against Van Camp's ribs: blonde girl grits teeth, stands her ground, answers via jagged right uppercuts to deny Lovato momentum. Down the stretch - pelting barrage of batting hooks/slap-chopping right hands drive Lovato ropeside...she's really catching hell from Emily now, but curvy legs won't buckle! Lovato in crossed-arm - right across forehead as she's leaning forward, left across her breasts...Emily snarling, breaking that elegant facade to show the tigress underneath - SHE'S RIPPING AWAY AT DEMI! Lovato shellshocked by batting right/left strikes upon belly/waist, sagging butt-first into ropes as Emily keeps whirling! Vicious blonde lather tattooing Demi - mitts skidding off her scalp, bouncing off shoulders, buffetting her in the pocket. Demi's guard loosens under withering pressure...Emily licks a rubbery left uppercut across Demi's lips - doubles it...Lovato's mouthpiece flutters up into the air as brunette starts to shut down. Chop-across right punches Lovato's mouth; pair of limber left uppercuts chips her chin...brunette in free-fall, sagging against ropes, now defenceless and THE REF STEPS IN! Demi trembling, cradled to safety as Emily bellows in un-lady-like triumph. TKO9 Emily Van Camp.

After: Emily's face a mask of rage and elegance for just a few moments, then she regains control - primping before the in-ring interview. Lovato battered, but unbowed - proudly telling Fighting Ingenue that: "She couldn't put me down!" and snarking about Emily's lack of power.

"I told Demi that legs win boxing matches, and now she knows it's true," Emily shrugs in postfight. "She's a brave girl, but I was never really threatened: I touched her whenever I felt like it; I hurt her repeatedly, and broke her down like I said I would. I think I proved I belong in a class with Lilo, and the best of the Pretty Little Liars...all I need now is for them to start acting like fighters!"

Type rivals remain unimpressed - Lohan in particular scoffing at Emily's "feather fists" and declaring "Any girl like me or McCord who's tall enough to touch her, will end her. Emily Van Camp's a joke." Ouch.