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8 July 2012 Emma Stone vs Kirsten Dunst

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"SPIDEY FIGHT"

Posted by simguy on July 8, 2012, 2:24 pm

Before: Slapping, pushing in prefight - plenty of snarky-blonde tension as studios encourage Emma's assault on Kirsten's on-sceen Spidey-legacy. "Our movie is so much better," Stone contends at podium. "I'M so much better, I mean - MJ is such a limp rag compared to Gwen, and I pretty much blow Kirsten out of the water every time I'm on screen. Now I have to translate that to the ring. She's my first big rival, my first real 50-50 test and I'm totally up for it. Once I'm past Dunst, I can set my sights on Browning, Portman, Kunis, and Johannson...but I gotta take care of business first!"

Dunst rolling her eyes in disgust at Emma's ambitions...nobody knows more than KDunst how hard it is to translate "it-girl" screen-status into ring proficiency. "Stone's already taken hard beatings in the ring," Kirsten notes, "she might be the weakest girl since Kreuk or Browning, but she lacks their skills. Basically, I'm a total non-believer in this chick. Her Spiderman's just a cheap knock-off of ours, and she's just another Kirsten Dunst wannabe who's gonna catch a lickin'!"

Dunst in black bandeau bikini; small black mitts; frisky blonde ponytail with bangs. Emma in pink bandeau bikini with white polka-dot top; small white mitts; perky blonde ponytail with bangs. Staredown snarky: Dunst with a sour expression, hands on hips; Emma scowling furiously throughout.

During R1: Dunst all-in, looking to pounce a youngster at the open! Driving right hands score again and again to chin...catching Emma stiff, leaving her staring in confusion as she backs to ropes. Apron assault: Dunst attacking off Emma's left shoulder; Stone angling her right shoulder against ropes, looking confused. Kirsten savagely at her blonde - right hands able to hack palm-down in behind Stone's left elbow, left hands hooking tummy, tits and mouth as Kirsten works with rangy, tic-tock efficiency. Scouring, hateful stuff to the ribcage has Stone frozen in place, too hurt to move, face-stricken...she's standing in for a shellacking, just letting Dunst work! Dedication to those spiteful right hands in Stone's back and lats pays off midway through...Emma's legs give a shimmy; she eases herself to right knee, right hand in ropes for balance, eyes brimming with how-could-you tears. Dunst hopping away, nodding ferociously...she's super-intense in neutral corner as Stone struggles up for the 8. Final minute all Kirsten on Stone - Dunst angling in off Emma's left flank, POURING the right hands to Stone's back, buckling Emma's knees again. Dying moments - Kirsten's left arm in under Emma's right, supporting Stone's back - the Dunst right hand slamming in flat to tummy! Poor Emma: face pinched in agony, her right arm loose around Dunst's shoulders, left hand on the ropes as tummy sponges punishment. Bell: Stone jumps away shouting "WELCOME TO THE BIG TIME, BABY!" Rickety Emma standing with right hand on middle rope for support, sniveling...snarling Kirsten steps back in from Emma's left flank, reaches over and rams the right elbow-tip deep to tummy! Ref pulls Kirsten away by one slender arm as poor Emma Stone bleats in outrage!

R2: Sloppiness early as gamine lasses grab each other's shoulders, thumbs in under armpits to push and pull - each slugging awkward-righty from a rangy scrum. Ref's break...it's Stone composing herself first, settling in behind a well-schooled left jab. Pinging, scuffing poke from Emma - scraping away on Kirsten's hairline and brows, keeping her at arm's length. Stone's face: scowling as she works, keeping the left hand out there, chipping away. Dunst keeping dukes-at-cheeks, bobbing, trying to step back in for more body work. By final minute, slender blonde-girls are circling clockwise in wide stances, scuffing one-another's snarky faces with cruel left jabs.

R3: Girls settling in behind stiff, busy left jabs. Startled, outraged looks as girls take tart face-spank. Scuffing, scraping stuff along the brows and hairlines - the girls reaching out and just chiseling away from an extended arm position. Dunst with the stiffer delivery - really stepping in on that front (left) leg at times to bang away at Emma's cheekbones. Frosty look of satisfaction on Dunst's face at bell; fretful scowl from Emma as she's all touched up.

R4: Kirsten continues to press behind her jab - driving Emma to aprons; leaning in to kiss right cross off chin, then; investing hooks-to-tummy as Em covers up face-in-gloves to lie back on ropes. Good lapping leverage on rising left hands to body from KD: she's able to put weight on front leg, arch her back, pop hips-right and really lash away at poor Emma in spots. Bell: Stone crying during the break, but responding well to questions...she's rattled but unbroken through 4.

R5: Rangy girls reaching in to grab at each other's shoulders...leads to awkward holding-and-hitting that sees Stone land several right hands to face. Ropes - Emma on top...she separates with her jab, pinning Kirsten down...Dunst showing earmuff, right foot under bottom rope, left foot slightly forward. Emma calms herself, picks Kirsten apart...pinging jabs keeping Dunst covered up; strafing right hands glancing off guard or pate; festive, slapping wide left/rights to waistline that have Dunst grimacing. Emma resetting behind her jab - just poke-poke-poking it to Kirsten's guard until organized, then going through her progressions. Curious passivity from Dunst...she blocks well, but doesn't answer, and actually stands in for a bit of an ass-kicking from a persistent Emma in the fifth.

R6: Girls fencing with jabs midring...Stone scoring well, knocking Kirsten's head back, eventually discouraging her, forcing her to cover up. Dunst: shabby from poke; hands at cheeks as she stoops forward - she's not moving her head, reacting late as Emma's left hand snakes out, locates pate. Stone's jab working Kirsten's face PIK! PIK! Stone's eyes bright, alert; Stone's right hand occasionally deploying straight off her shoulder as she leans in on front (left) leg. Straight, patient jabs and one-twos chip at KDunst, breaking her down...she stumbles half way through, blinking in stupor, not answering. By the bell, Emma's so confident she leans in off a tart one-two, jerks the rigid left uppercut to Dunst's chin, neatly splitting guard...Kirsten's legs give a shimmy as Emma beams in delight at bell. When Dunst lowers her guard, Emma yelps in pleasure at the sight of a paper-cut like abrasion under Kirsten's left cheek. "I cut her cheek!" Emma reports happily in her corner as trainer looks to settle her down.

R7: Grim minutes for Kirsten Dunst as Emma chips, pokes, scrapes away at will from outside. KDunst visibly wilting: Emma upbeat, eyes dancing, ponytail swishing - legs lively as she walks Kirsten down; left hand stiff n' busy about Kirsten's face. After scrubbing away on Kirsten's guard via strafiing left/rights, Emma's getting that rigid hestitation left uppercut off the front leg - just tilting forward and lifting it to chin. Dunst busting up around the left cheek: Emma's deliberately twisting her straight right hand in there, as well trying to shave the left hook across while easing weight to back (right) leg. Bell: Kirsten on the verge tears - an accomplished jabber and poker herself, she's being outboxed, picked apart through 7.

R8: Dunst in grumpy earmuff, leaning forward off the aprons...Emma in set position, right foot back, weight on front (left) leg, pumping jabs, dropping straight right hands, looking for pesky left uppercuts between KDunst's mitts. Midway point - magic for Emma: one-two pounds at Kirsten's face pate and guard; follow up hesitation left uppercut chips her chin and DUNST GOES DOWN! Kirsten to all fours in tears, SO disappointed to give back the knockdown...Emma jogging the ring in search of neutral corner, shrieking with excitement. Final minute - deeply discouraged KDunst slumps butt-in-ropes, showing earmuff: Emma lathers the waistline and flanks, lashing away all frisky and slender-limbed, just whipping her mount to the finish iine. Bell: ref pulls Emma off as she won't let up...Dunst blinking back tears, well and truly ass-kicked through 8.

R9: Dunst's corner asking her for "pride" during the break: she gives them more of the same sluggish, resigned forward-leaning earmuff as Emma sets up outside. Stone friskily at her blonde - scraping away from outside, feet set since Kirsten's offering no real pressure. Not much variety from busy ingenue, but she's remembering to fetch Kirsten the odd hesitation left uppercut, and plowing the occasional tuff-girl palm-up right hand flat to KDunst's trim gut. Dunst grumpy and sullen for the most part, but answering in the final minute, sprucing up Emma's insolent rack via rangy shoeshine-scrubbage.

R10: Emma answers the "call to rack" - slap-chopping her right hand at KDunst's breasts; following up hook-on-jug. Leads to more of a free-range brawl - Dunst lashing lefts and rights across Emma's ribs; reaching in the left hand to grab Emma's bandeau for a little tug-and-spin roughouse. Stone bullied out of her organized stance...when she can't set and box from the textbook, she's slapping, getting the worst of things in trade. Kirsten happily scraping away rangy left uppercuts from a bobbing pocket at close range; clouting a wide ear-to-chin right hand upside Emma's head. Stone belted and walloped about, but competing up to bell. Dunst stomping her right heel down on Emma's toes to bring ref in hot...scores come back close UD10 Emma Stone.

After: Kirsten stunned, staring as verdict is announced...it's the kind of loss and the kind of opponent that can effectively end careers. Stone knows it, gloats about it in postfight. "Let's face it," Emma beams, "Kirsten never lived up to her hype as the Answer to girls like Claire Danes, and now she's just a washed up old hack! I cut her cheek; I busted her up...I really sent a message that I'm on my way tonight. Longer term, I'm putting Kunis, Portman and Johannson in my trophy room, but until I get there, I want to make good, incremental forward progression. Emily Browning and 'Nessa Hudgens are the right girls right now - I'll pick them apart and keep working my way up the foodchain!"