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7 December 2012 Title Ch Eliza Dushku vs Shay Mitchell

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UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE BOUT

(HAWKEYE INTERNATIONAL SPORTS CONSORTIUM INC. VS. PRETTY LITTLE PUNCHERS INC, STABLE WAR #4)

Posted by simguy on December 7, 2012, 9:30 am

BEFORE: HISC bench openly celebrating in plain view of battered PLP'rs...the cracker-vixens chatting and laughing in a ringside cluster, while other-side-the ring - a subdued collection of ingenues licks their wounds while encouraging Shay to be strong against Eliza. Mitchell stealing glances over at the hall-of-famer; Dushku offering back the odd wink when she catches Shay looking...Shay was the most confident of the Pretty Little Punchers all throughout pre-fight, but it's a different thing entire down 0-3, and your hollow-eyed stablemates smelling of tummy.

Shay in vivid royal blue bikini; small black gloves; long black hair in shiny curls. Eliza in red leather bikini; small black gloves; hair up with ringlets framing face.

During R1: Eliza ducks under a Shay right, darts past Shay's right side while trailing a slapping right hand open-palm against ingenue trunks...Shay cries out prettily, eyes shutting tight as she bunches up on the spot...Eliza chortling out the other side, takes a warning from the ref with good humour as Mitchell frowns, paces hands-on-hips to get herself together. Upon resumption, bullying backfires as Shay steps-to Eliza with strong, pounding jabs and crashing right hands...Dushku forced to withdraw and leg out the clock as Shay proves a fighter in the first.

R2: Much more business-like Eliza gets to work. Clockwise rotation; feints; quick jab up top to get Shay flinching-to-cover; stabbing jab stiff to belly as Eliza scores-and-pivots. Changing directions, Eliza will hop to her right, turning Shay's left flank while cuffing come-along hooks across Shay's crowd-pleasing breasts...ingenue turning with cranky expression, longing to slug, but unable to fix Eliza's position. It's all so bewildering...Shay keeping dukes up, turning on the spot, trying to square up on Eliza: Dushku nimble, touching tall-girl upstairs and down, nagging Shay's breasts, moving ingenue feet bell to bell.

R3: Shay solving Eliza with strong right hand leads - ingenue punching hall-of-famer in her face, driving her to ropes early. Dushku turns badger on the apron, pumping both hands hup-hup-hup to belly; trading hooks and right hands up top...slugging creates enough distance for Eliza to slide to her right and escape along the ropes. Roaming to her right, Eliza gets back to midring - luring Shay forward; screening her with jabs to the eyes, then sticking her stiff to tummy with the jab...Dushku poking big ingenue into compliance. Down the stretch - Eliza comes off the tummy with a quick hook to chin...while Shay's dealing with it, E reloads, hooks chin hard as she can, and pivots to her left while Shay's legs give a shimmy. Crowd squealing in anticipation, but Shay's curvy legs hold her up...she's hurt, staggered, but standing as Dushku circles warily, impressed by the kid's strength through 3.

R4: Eliza nibbling at Shay midring, turning her, vexing her. Head/tummy jabbing routines keep Shay covered up, her weight on right (back) foot. Dushku cuffing come-along hooks across Shay's young breasts when sidestepping past the kid's left flank...soon as Shay adjusts to that, Eliza's moving clockwise and jabbing again. Classy shutout Eliza D...Shay wearing a cramped, frustrated expression as she just can't get off. Bell: Dushku deploys sudden slap-right to Shay's breasts, spanking her vicious and late as ref jumps in hot. Mitchell grumpy, rubbing at her chest en route to her stool...Dushku doing as much damage between the ears as she is to Shay's magnificent chassis through 4.

R5: Shay steppin' strong to Eliza - stubbing her jab out in Dushku's breasts; leaning in and ticketing chin for right crosses. Eliza forced to scamper early, showing a lively leg...Shay in hot pursuit. Second minute, Mitchell a little reckless closing with retreating Eliza: Dushku walks her in, hooks her chin, pivots 'round Shay's right flank as Mitchell's knees give a deeeep bend, her eyes suddenly moist with hurt. Shay covers up gloves tight to cheeks: Dushu over to offence, digging PIK-PAK right/left at Shay's succulent waist. Shay grunting, stooping forward behind her mitts...Eliza methodical - working the gut chup-chup, then scraping left uppercut against Shay's guard while pivoting left. Mitchell turning - curvy legs holding her up as Eliza chops, hacks, and cuffs her way to glory...Dushku bangs out the points, does significant damage, but can't get Shay off her feet through 5.

Candi Accola tweets: "Shay's soooo pathetic! Dushku needs to do more facepunching!!" #shaysux

R6: Dushku punishes Shay, bell to bell. Fans of ingenues biting their knuckles and wearing worried expressions...Shay turning on the spot, covered up tight, but not getting off as Eliza tidies up like a champ. Shay's firm waist under constant attack - Dushku's small mitts biting in CHUP! CHUP! keeping Shay cramped and hurting. Eliza sidestepping, never standing in front of bigger woman for long...she'll jab at Shay's guard to keep it occupied; she'll rail in the odd straight right, punching Shay's forehead; she'll hook-and-pivot around Shay's right flank, scoring in sick behind the Mitchell right elbow. Bell: Mitchell frazzled, thighs spasming slightly...Eliza looks her over with dancing eyes and a chipper little smirk, then gives the PLP bench a frisky wink en route to corner.

R7: Eliza moving in pate to pate, looking to get the rest of Shay's reserves committed with pure attrition. Mistake: bigger girl rallying well, absorbing Eliza's digging paunch-work, answering back stout uppercuts and clubbing hooks upside head...Dushku slowly getting hammered into compliance as girls brawl in a phone booth. Down the stretch, Shay turns a pounding hook across Eliza's breasts hard enough to force Dushku to clinch...Eliza frowning, hanging on tight until ref actually pulls her arms away.

R8: Eliza goes back to sidestepping and touching: Shay goes back to covering up tight and turning on the spot, allowing Dushku to work. Eliza stabbing jabs to tummy from wide-stance; feinting, then bringing hesitation right hands up top; hooking flank, then pivoting-left around the biting score. Shay wincing/grimacing, turning shabbily to stay square, but it's all so confusing for her: Eliza changing angles, changing levels, changing tempos. Down the stretch, Eliza starts rifling straight rights to midsection, bunching Shay up hurt, forcing her to step back. Dushku's eyes taking in all the data as she looks Mitchell over, sees the wincing eyes and open mouth; detects the wobbling backside after the bell.

R9: Eliza with another concerted frontal assault - beating Shay savagely about her ears and shoulders, driving her ropeside. Dushku reaching in under Shay's arms, wrestling the guard apart, then POUNDING fresh young breasts...Eliza baring her fangs, trying to find quit with a jackhammering, fists-and-forearms jug-mugging. Shay sagging into ropes, face distorted in agony, but she refuses to punk...with Eliza swabbing jug, Shay starts hoisting uppercuts, scoring to chin! CLAMBAKE! Final minute a desperate brawl as Eliza's pot-committed on top, looking to bang Shay out of there; Mitchell firming, legs absorbing Dushku's fury while fists answer back whirling, tight uppercuts...crowd roaring to its feet as Shay denies a vicious Dushku finishing attempt in the ninth!

Aly Michalka tweets during break: "Shay Mitchell is so so beautiful right now. WANT! #trophyvictim"

R10: Eliza so cunning - tap-jabbing Shay's midsection; slidestepping back, drawing Shay forward...soon as Mitchell opens up, Eliza HOOKS the chin, buckling Shay's knees! Shay nearly corkscrewing down, but managing to straighten-and-topple hurt to her left...Eliza circling back to the attack, eyes narrowed. Feint sets up hesitant straight right to Shay's face, punching her head back, driving her to ropes...Dushku quickly atop her ingenue in a furious bid to finish. Eliza grim-faced - left hand palming Shay's right shoulder to stabilize; right hand jamming away at Shay's guard, trying to penetrate to chin. Shay sagging in ropes, sponging the work...eventually starts answering back, fitting heavy right hands to Eliza-gut; trading hooks-on-chin up top. Dushku standing her ground, willing to take Shay's diminished power now in hopes of wearing her out...Eliza flurrying, then covering up, laying in on Shay to smother while Mitchell clubs back thudding receipts. Dushku relatively safe in the pocket, but feeling the heft of Shay on her shoulders/flanks...Dushku calmly blocking shots, then digging back, dousing Shay in volume. Bell: Eliza refusing to disengage, digging hooks PIK! PAK! to Shay's ribcage as ref's moving in. Comes back UD10 wide, for the winner and STILL champion, Eliza Dushku.

HISC sweeps the PLP 4-0, 3 KOs.

AFTER: Shay denies Eliza tummy-tribute by virtue of going the distance, but it's still a shattering experience to have been swept from the ring. Demoralized Mitchell taking off her mitts on the sombre walk back to her corner, trying to be brave for her team-mates at ringside, but as she gets to her stool and looks to her friends...THE PLP IS BEING PEARL HARBOURED!!!

Cue sweeping classical score as Lucy, Ashley, and Troian are savagely assaulted from behind...grinning Pack and Swan girls pouring on forearm smashes - beating the ingenues to floor, then laying on the stomp.

Shay in shock, open-mouthed at the cold-blooded massacre of the previously-beaten when SHAY GETS COLD-COCKED! Snarling Eliza from behind, landing a forearm brace across the back of Shay's neck, draping her senseless in ropes...officials scrambling to form a decision-making committee as the slaughter unfolds!

As battered, stunned PLP women are rolled into the ring under bottom ropes and eagerly pursued by their attackers, Eliza pushes a gobsmacked Shay into the corner, stacking her up so Mitchell's arms drape over the top ropes. Left hand pushing Shay's head back by the chin, Eliza starts plowing in the right forearms to jug - her back (right) foot skipping happily up off canvas as she crams herself forward, pounding the stuffing out of poor Shay. In the other 3 corners, PLP girls are similarly stacked and jacked - each of the victorious HISC girls having an extra go at the woman they beat - slamming in forearm to rack in the corner. HISC bodies quivering, faces leering in triumph, backsides shuddering with the violence of thrusting forearms...contrast that with the abject misery of the cornered victims - each girl paralyzed in jug-shock, faces pinched tight, hair obscuring bruised features.

Arena security doing a great job keeping 3rd parties out of the ring...job one of course being to contain the chaos before sorting out the in-ring riot. While the wheels of justice slowly turn however...

With PLP re-savaged and hanging limp in the corners, all four are mounted AGAIN: HISC women taking an unprecedented level of tribute - collectively expressing absolute supremacy over the beaten-and-swept squad. Oh the humanity...boos raining down; young fans of the Pretty Little Punchers looking shocked, tears standing in disbelieving eyes as each girl is made to take extra tummy. By the end of it - HISC vixens posing with hands in wide Y configurations, or hands on hips, faces beaming with post-conquest glow into the audience...all that is, except for Krissy K. Kreuk alone elects to pound a knot into Lucy Hale's forehead - left hand in Lucy's hair, pulling her head back to turnbuckle; right hand delivering pro-style blows with the elbow out to the side - Krissy hammering Hale as if the blows will stop the encroaching years and leave Kreuk the fairest in the land forever. Tisdale in tears of rage at the sight of Kristin's unchecked rampage.