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23 October 2011 Shay Mitchell vs Emily Vancamp

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Posted by simguy on 10/23/2011, 11:35 am

BEFORE: Emily gunning down tall, sleek ingenues en route to establishing "type supremacy"...Shay Mitchell's a perfect fit. "I'm surprised they're protecting Troian at Shay's expense," Emily says all innocent at podium. "I see no reason to favour Troian, but it's obvious the Pretty Little Liars see Shay as more of a gatekeeper type. No matter: the Vampire Diary girls have been been beaten; now it's time for the PLL. I'm a category-killer as they say, and unluckily for Shay, she's in my category." Mitchell astonished at Emily's brass - sputtering slightly at podium to find words. "You...you're the snootiest blonde in boxing," Shay says, "and that's saying something! I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work. You know - every girl who's fought Emily has hit her hard, and one of these days, someone's going to finish what they start. I'm betting that's gonna be me, and just for the record - nobody's protecting Troian: I WANTED this fight! Knocking the smug off Emily's face is going to be sweet!" Emily in lavender bikini with frills about the breast-cups; small black gloves; smooth, sporty ponytail. Shay in bright neon blue bikini top; baby blue and darker blue horizontal bars on the bottoms; small white gloves; lush black hair in long loose curls.

During R1: Emily elbows-in/dukes up; right heel up off canvas...she's looking to pivot clockwise, work the jab and play tic-tac-toe on Emily with straight combinations. Emily the aggressor - leaning in while drawing back the right hand for swinging roundhouses against blonde ribcage; whirling hooks up out of the crouch, trying for Emily's head. Mitchell's heartfelt attacks disruptive - not always landing cleanly, but Emily's spooked out of her stance, frequently forced to disengage and regroup. By the final minute - girls are falling in slugging, catching each other tuff right hands in the gut or short hooks to chin before tying up. Shay with the better of it; Emily frowning at the bell.

R2: Shay continues her disruptive attacks - taking healthy cuts at Emily with loaded up backswings, coming forward as Emily vacates her positions. Vancamp leggy about the ring, trying to shake Shay's pursuit, but Mitchell's keeping pace - often bodying Emily into ropes; palming her biceps, then; heaping on shellack in whirling patterns of lefts and rights from the hips. Emily covering up, rolling-torso in the pocket, then clinching: she's grimacing, getting a little ass-kicked in these sequences. Down the stretch, Vancamp able to squirt off the ropes and leg to open canvas...Shay in hot pursuit...blonde times her foe for a picturesque check-jab/straight right hand while backpedaling - tapping Shay exquisitely on the chin and putting her wobbly-butt! Mitchell's back (right) leg slides way forward, stomping down out of position, nearly dropping her to her butt: Vancamp smoothly over to offence...two jabs frisk Shay's tits; swift right cross clips her chin and Mitchell's spellbound, sagging back into ropes with how-could-you eyes. Emily steps-to, carries a short, digging hook into Mitchell's breadbasket, crumpling Shay forward at bell. Shay's arms draped around Emily as the ref's moving in...blonde girl shrugs her shoulder to put a little extra scrub onto Shay's breasts with the sneaky left hand, drawing a woozy blurt of complaint from Mitchell.

R3: Shay's still hurt; Emily stalks her with coldblooded, blue-eyed intensity. Shay bending at the waist to move her head...Em stepping close, swishing arms side to side while keeping elbows in - just trying to flurry Mitchell before Shay can escape or tie up. Mitchell retreating around the ring - she's fretting, concerned as merciless blonde girl walks her down. Em systematic - buffetting Mitchell about the head and shoulders; digging jagged left uppercuts to Mitchell's sternum...brunette legs giving frequent shimmies as Emily applies polish. Down the stretch, Shay triggers a desperation timing-right, slinging it over the top as Emily's lifting a right uppercut and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Crashing whack on the chin swivels Emily's head, buckles her right knee and spills her to her back. Troian, Accola, Lohan and others leaping out of their seats, hooting approval as Emily swoons. Vancamp able to beat the count, swaying at ropes, but she's all glassy eyed and disheveled...Shay stalking neutral corner like a hungry jungle cat, foiled by the bell.

R4: Shay quickly at Emily - getting close, strapping the fat right roundhouse to waist, then slopping on a left to tummy. Vancamp groaning, pitching forward face-in-gloves as she's backing away...Mitchell stepping-with, pouring on the hurt: she's slinging lanky, relaxed lefts and rights to Emily's midsection/flanks, slugging her ropeside. It's all Shay on Emily - Mitchell's toned, tanned legs in wide stance, teeth bared, buns ringing as she twists her torso side to side, slopping on the harm with both hands. Poor Emily! Vancamp butt-in-ropes, legs paralyzed...she's showing face-in-gloves, but really taking it on her lats, flank-ribs and waistline. Shay burns off her nervous energy, then settles down - reaching arms in under Emily's to chest her to ropes/wrestle apart that guard. Emily whining, distressed - Shay's roughing her up! Mitchell shoving and slugging, helping herself to Emily's chin and torso...she's got Vancamp ready to go! AND BLONDE GIRL FIGHTS BACK! Down the stretch it's punch-or-be-beaten...Emily loses the icy facade, bares her teeth and just starts belting away toe to toe. Crowd roaring - svelte ingenues just slopping back and forth, lifting thick punches into trembling tummies or taking wicked cuts at opposing chins. Each girl loads-and-explodes from alternating crouches, twisting side to side in hopes of catching the other huge. Bell: fighters lost in hate, still slugging away in a phone booth, forcing ref to intervene. Emily all scuffed up, chest heaving; Shay glaring, pushing at the official to get more blonde.

R5: Slop-fest continues midring as girls swap wide, rangy licks, twisting on their hips to get every last ounce of leverage. Vancamp clipping Shay across the chin, but backing up in the exchanges: Mitchell's just to determined to come forward. Emily hits ropes in confusion, curling mitts into her cheeks, tucking elbows in tight to her ribs to await the onslaught. Shay pours in, pounding Emily's defences a series of walloping lefts and rights. Blonde girl shuddering in the pocket, loosening up as her arms and lats take a pasting, then RIGHT UPPERCUT, SHAY MITCHELL! Shay arching her back, placing weight on right leg to get the right uppercut in between Emily's mitts...blonde girl picked up, eyes blinking and unfocussed, hands dropping from her cheeks to her chest. Emily butt-in-ropes, stooping forward...Shay in wide stance, angling in just off Emily's left shoulder...Mitchell's left pushes at Emily's breasts to stabilize then Shay's HACKING AWAY RIGHTY UP TOP! Emily stunned, staring as right hands start crashing onto left side of her face...she's hammered helpless, going limp, heading down when THE REF STEPS IN! TKO5 Shay Mitchell in free-swinging fashion.

After: Emily crying/frightened/ashamed...beaten helpless by Shay tonight and enduring the taunts of H8r's ringside...bold bid for type-supremacy hits a snag as Mitchell refuses to co-operate. Mitchell joined by Troian and the other PLL...girls casting delighted looks Emily's way as blonde girl's still very tender and badly buzzed in the aftermath. "It totally serves her right," Shay gushes in postfight. "She was so snooty, I HAD to knock her out, or at least mess her up. I'm strong - people need to know that: Emily couldn't fight her fight because I wouldn't LET her. She wanted to box, but I made her brawl. Don't look now Em, but it looks like the PLL might just be running up the score on YOU instead of the other way around! Troian's champing at the bit to get at you, and you know what the best part is? Doubling up on you means we're better than Vampi D as well! WAY better!"