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16 December 2011 Whitney Cummings vs Emily VanCamp

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CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on 12/16/2011, 9:08 pm

Before: "It's common knowledge that girls on sit-coms don't get the sparring on-set they need to compete with girls on dramas," Emily shrugs as if she's reciting basic math. "Whitney's got some talent, but she can't develop it...sucks for her because with her body type, I need her for my collection!" Cummings upbeat for her debut - sleek, rangy brunette eager to chuck-mitts with the similarly configured Vancamp. "Emily needs to lighten up - like most girls on dramas," Whitney quips in rebuttal. "So far, I haven't seen anything in Emily's game that I can't handle. She's not the only one out for "type supremacy": if I dust her, I can pivot to everyone from Grace Park to Ashley Madekwe. This is a risky fight for Em: she loses to me, a lot of the fights she had lined up are going to come my way instead. Sucks to be HER!" Special "sleep-over" edition of CBAD...ring aprons lined with pillows; ropes covered in pink velvet...Whitney in royal blue tank top; soft grey cotton boxers; small black gloves; black hair in twisty bed-time bun with bangs. Emily in grey tank top; blue/pink/white plaid boxers; small black gloves; shoulder-length blonde hair loose/kinked.

During R1: Emily lights it up, going for the stoppage in the first. Whitney hurt in first minute by straight, rapid-fire left/right/left combos - Em just extending arms and spanking away on Cummings' face. Middle minute, Whitney staggering around in earmuff...heartless Emily shifts weight to front (left) leg, carving vicious left hooks across the Cummings tummy...blonde left hands following through to Em's right shoulder after smiting paunch. Down the stretch: long right hand punches Whitney's head back, buckling her knees...she backs into ropes all glassy eyed. Cummings butt-in-ropes, stooping forward in earmuff: Em leans in on left foot - tucks the left hook in snug to brunette tummy PIK! PIK!; left uppercut grazes Whit's mitts, splitting the guard; short right hand punches the mouth; chippy left uppercut kisses the chin again and WHITNEY'S DOWN! Emily gazing frostily down, assuming her night is complete...Cummings proves a wiry little battler climbing ropes to shake off the KO at bell.

R2: Em stepping in strong on lead (left) leg, looking to hook Whitney's body en-route to a stoppage. Cummings absorbing tuff, digging hooks PIK! PAK! in her ribs/tummy, but she's slugging back at the minute mark. Slinging hook tugs Emily's chin, confusing her...moments later, rangy right hand crashes in over Emily's left shoulder, buckling her knees. Emily: hands stacked right atop left at belly - elbows out to either side as her chin gets turned hard to starboard...she's put wobbly butt and Whitney's on the warpath. Cummings baring teeth...slap-choppy action on the left jab knocks at Emily's face - Whitney hopping forward, but keeping weight on right (back) leg as she's jabbing. Emily flustered by volume - Whitney just tapping/knocking away with left hands to pate and face, then sweeping the right round to Emily's tummy. Payback body punching has Vancamp frowning, covering up on ropes: Whitney romps to finish line all gangly-rangy, lathering Em to flanks; loop-slinging rights up top to hammer at Em's left ear.

R3: Rangy lasses go at it: stinging, slinging blows back and forth as both alternate between straight-punching and slinging techniques. Whitney's jab able to compete - every poke to Cummings face brings a retaliatory left hand PIK! to Emily's. Vancamp stepping-to and carving at Whitney's waist/paunch - either hand cutting across tummy en-route to the opposite blonde shoulder on follow-through: these are healthy strokes. Cummings gasping when smote amidships, but proving durable: she pounds at Emily's breasts left/right/left in churning combinations, then steps-with as Vancamp's withdrawing, looking to strap wide rights to chin.

R4: Em assumes classic stick-and-move posture for the first time - circling clockwise around a stiff, straight left jab - the right hand posted at her chin throughout. Em's back (right) heel up off canvas...she's picture-perfect with angular technique here, picking Whitney apart. Cummings dukes-at-temples, turning to stay square...she's a spectator this round, mesmerized by Emily's textbook precision.

R5: Free-swinging slugging exchanges punctuated by stretches of Emily boxing to restore order/position midring. Cummings power appears to be equal - often moving Emily's chin upon slinging contact...but blonde will prevails as she circles into the better punching positions.

During the break - slender Whitney getting enswell on her high cheekbones: she's busting up.

R6: Systematic punishment, Emily to Whitney midring. Vancamp's jab has established air superiority - she's popping it to Cummings' guard, keeping Whitney covered up. Pinging straight rights hope for Whitney's mouth or upperchest...Em will occasionally linger out over her left foot after dropping in the right, looking to catch Whit the hesitation left uppercut. Vancamp leggy, circling clockwise, drilling away on Whit: Cummings plucky - occasionally lowering her head and looping righty over the top as Vancamp steps away from peril.

R7: Patient step-and-poke from Emily: popping that jab in 2s and 3s; dropping in unpredictable righty from the shoulder. Whitney rocked on occasion, gritting her teeth, trying to keep her guard together...she's busting up badly now, getting picked apart regular. Emily selective, but viciously effective to Whitney's body via spearing straight rights; carving lefts across the tummy; whirling lefts and rights palm-down to ribs. Cummings punched into stupor, but refusing to go down...she shakes her head "No" at Emily at bell. Em pursing her lips, looking smug, contemptuous.

R8: Emily methodically classy - picking away on Whitney like a crow on roadkill. Oh those carving body-blows...Em just popping hips-right, cutting that left across Whitney's tummy - the fist following through past Emily's right shoulder in big, meaty whacks. Cummings desperation receipts met with volley fire to the face - Emily stamping away straight left/right/left pokers to face-paste Cummings back into covered-up compliance.

R9: No quit in Whitney! She whacks Emily rangy, buggywhip rights in the ribs early, forcing blonde into hurried earmuff: Cummings takes over with a relaxed, lapping series of lefts and rights to blonde tummy. Vancamp forced to back off...she misjudged range as lanky Whitney able to reach in and tap-jab blonde mouth, startling Emily during her retreat. Overhand rights landing behind the head as Em reads and ducks into them, but chugging, rangy hup-hup in close outworks Vancamp, forcing her to back away again. Whitney working, walking Emily down...spirited stuff reveals a very defiant Whitney Cummings through 9.

R10: Emily boxes out the round, touching Whitney up, but not exactly winning hearts and minds as many in the audience are chanting "Whit-Ney! Whit-Ney" Cummings battered at this point, trudging forward: she's cringing whenever Emily stripes brunette ribs or tummy; covering up under peppering blonde combinations and jabs up top. Still, Vancamp can't break Whitney's spirit, nor does she try: smart blonde boxer takes a safety-first, low-risk UD10 to the pay window.

After: Emily frosty-eyed at the sound of scattered boos as she lines up for in-ring post-fight. "I pushed pretty hard at the start," blonde girl explains, "I had her hurt, but Whitney wouldn't go. That's enough: I put it on her, didn't get the stoppage, so I just whipped her to the finish line instead. You can't get a stoppage every time out, especially if a girl is willing to take the kind of beating Whitney stood in for. Look at her face: you can't say that I didn't get to her. Boo if you like, but I got to Whitney Cummings plenty."