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18 January 2013 Mila Kunis vs Emma Stone

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Posted by simguy on January 18, 2013, 10:15 am

BEFORE: Fight that Hollywood money-guys want: both girls in that super-starlet category of ingenue that sets 'em apart from the rest.

"There was a time not so long ago," Emma grins in prefight, "that Mila's whole career consisted of taking beatings from other girls. I'm gonna turn back the clock to those days, re-introduce everyone to the real Mila Kunis. You know what else I'm gonna do? I'm gonna punch-face on this girl like you've never seen. It's gonna be the make-over of the century. My fists are throwing a party, and Mila's stupid face is invited!"

Kunis livid at the brazen 'tude...it's almost like Stone thinks she can win this fight! "Somebody forgot to tell Emma that you need to lay off the weed when you start camp," Mila snarls at podium. "Who does this chick think she is? Conqueror of Lilo? PLEASE! Emma was always going to be a trainwreck waiting to happen against me, but now? After threatening to go 'face' on me? It's on. Emma's gonna take the beating of her young lifetime, and I wouldn't be surprised if we never saw her in a boxing ring again!"

Kunis in snug charcoal boy-leg shorts; pink bikini top; slick high pony; small black mitts; very dark-tanned skin. Emma in black sport top; snug grey boy leg shorts; small black gloves; high pony with frisky bangs; pale skin.

During R1: Lissom lasses in matching bouncy stances; hands palm-out at shoulders; faces in serious pouty-frowns. Mila ranges-in with a wide, sweeping left/drilling straight right to chin; Emma stands her ground, scrubbing back left/right/left via straight, criss-cross punches from her shoulders, kissing mitts off Mila's face. Kunis stumbles back, blinking: Emma hops-to, eyes bright as she continues to scrub away - feeding Mila stiff rights to chin and cheek/poking the left to mouth. Mila stumbles again; finds her footing; ducks under blonde output, rising into limber right to midsection/short left kissed across mouth...brunette punches blonde onto HER back foot and starts reclaiming lost ground. Back and forth - high octane trading - slender arms flashing back and forth; small mitts kissing off cheekbones and brows PIK! PAK! PEK! Bell: Both girls scuffing up nicely...chests heaving, eyes blazing...Emma's nicked Mila for points in a hotly boxed first.

R2: Emma emboldened - hopping out with hands palm-out at shoulders - prodding the left jab high to Mila's hairline while sidestepping clockwise. Mila looks to engage righty-over-the-top, but Emma reading well, placing the straight right hand stiff to chin, pre-empting Kunis/knocking her back a couple steps. Ems hops-to; scrubs away left/right/left...Kunis sputtering, circling to her right...Stone pivoting, tracking at the hop with that frisky left hand dotting Mila's hairline. They get to trading again: Stone just letting hands go - straight, lean arms jackhammering out the punches; small mitts chipping, scraping, scuffing away on Kunis-face. Mila sputters away from the exchanges, looking frazzled...blonde girl hops her down; finds her with the knocking pate-jab; pastes her stiff-righty across the chin, then touches her up criss-cross until Kunis vacates. Two dismal minutes of Mila getting her buns kicked all around the ring, but down the stretch - bendy brunette ducks low/to her left, heaving a sweeping right over the top to crashing effect off Emma's face...Stone's noggin knocked back; her legs buckle, pitching her wide-eyed to ropes...HERE COMES MILA! Kunis snarling, pouncing - first punching apart Emma's improvised earmuff front via criss-cross licks up top, then stooping to swing away wide, strapping left/rights to waist/hips. Emma groaning, sitting butt in ropes/cringing forward behind her mitts...Mila's left hand palms Emma's face, pushing her head back over top rope; Mila's right hand delivers hateful sidearm buggywhip lick to ribs. Stone sobbing, lolling on ropes; Mila bends torso-left to lash that lithe right upside Emma's head, pushing the left hand in blonde chest to reset. Emma hurt and taking at the bell - ref has to pull seething Mila off blonde rival through 2.

R3: Emma badly battered, spooked...she comes out hopping to her right; Mila feeds off blonde reluctance. Kunis quickly closing and pasting away brisk left/rights up top, punishing Stone's pretty face...gatling-gun flurries knock blonde girl into ropes/keep her on heels. Stone getting trounced, but showing compete: she's slug-receipt off ropes, scrubbing away with straight palm-down lefts and rights; as Mila falls in from her own violence, Emma pumping right hands to tanned Kunis-gut before ref's breaks. Mila the aggressor and busier vixen, but Emma proving plucky as brunette can't break her down.

R4: Emma recovers poise, hopping out to her left - ponytail swishing side to side as she patiently jabs pate for range. Mila grumpy at the touches, trying to slug her way back into control, but Emma's jab surprisingly sticky - punching mouth and cheekbones to stall brunette pounces, then it's a furious two-way criss-crossing of small-mitt lefts and rights as girls paste-face. Both landing in withering exchanges, but it's Stone proving tuffer: Mila backing away frazzled and vexed; Emma hopping forward; pinging out that pesky knock-jab to pate, then starting the whole thing over again. Crowd-pleasing action all around the ring...girls generally staying in that medium range zone to extend on palm-down pastings until they fall in - THEN they shove righty-to-tummy until ref's breaks. Emma chipper, smiling at the bell, jogging back to her corner; Mila frowning, sullen, encountering a bit more resistance than expected through 4.

Break: Mila getting enswell on her cheeks when Claire chirps up from the floor...
Claire: "What's going on?"
Mila: "Get her out of here."
Claire: "You're supposed to be breaking her."
Mila: (turning away from her trainer to snarl down at Danes) "I'm in a FIGHT, Claire!"
Claire: "Apparently. Work harder Mila. Do more. We don't lose to Emma Stone."
Mila: "I KNOW we...OH! Get her the hell out of my corner!"

R5: Mila fighting and winning hard-nosed, toe-to-toe engagements...bendy-backed brunette stepping-to; whirling palm-down rights and lefts - accepting stiff face-punches in exchange for her own. Stone backing away from the storm for the most part...brunette able to walk her girl down, getting some head-toggle from swinging rights to Emma's jawline...blonde legs looking a little suspect as Stone's constantly trying to find her feet.

R6: Mila settling into rhythm. Expensive exchanges - Stone baring her teeth, pushing out straight rights and lefts, scrubbing away on Mila's face, but Kunis' will prevailing as she fights her way forward. Furious, slender-limbed trading, followed by brief interludes as lithe girl-fighters separate, chests heaving, mouths open, eyes frowning. Mila pressing the attack - always taking hits herself, but driving home with determination...relentless brunette whirling has blonde girl in steady retreat. Break: camera catches Claire being smug with her associates, crediting her "pep talk" with Mila's up-tick in performance.

R7 Same bitterly hard fighting, but this time it's Mila staggering under intense punching, forced to give-way and regroup. Emma snarling, walking Mila down, raking her via rangy rights and lefts...Mila rolling-torso in the pocket, looking to come back over the top with swinging haymakers - frequently clocking Emma onto her heels to answer good Stone scrubbage. All even to the third minute: Stone threads a stubby straight right to Mila's mouth; reloads and gets it again between Mila's eyes...brunette legs give a shimmy, sending Kunis staggering to ropes. Stone hops-to, teeth bared...she gets her back into a hateful chopping right across Mila's tanned breasts, winning a shout of pain from stunned Kunis! Chop-across left scalds Mila's tits - Ems keeping her elbow in and down on delivery, then scrubbing in another palm-down right. Kunis ragdolling into ropes, mouth open in shock; Mish standing up from her seat, fists in her hair, eyes wide; HISC suits tensing up...STONE POURS IT TO MILA! Kunis cringing, crossing wrists at breasts/turning her right shoulder into ropes...Emma leans in close, her left hand on Mila's left shoulder - right hand smashing away on little brown body with hammer-fists to upperback; palm-down whacking shivs to lower back; shoving flat-knuckle pounders in over left hip and into side-gut. POOR MILA! Kunis cringing in ropes...lithe blonde girl getting her back into hateful right hand hacks - her back (right) foot skipping up off canvas on some of the shots - ponytail tossing. Crowd on its feet, baying for a stoppage: Stone lashing Mila - always pushing with that left hand on shoulder for balance while stroking in the strap. BELL! Mila in tears, hugging her shoulders...Stone leans in close to Mila's left ear, shouting: "BOOM!" as ref moves in.

Lilo tweets: "Mila's quitting. BOOO! #emmasux"

KBell tweets: "Mila's getting her buns kicked! YAY!"

R8: Emma frisky, upbeat, grinning: Mila sullen, pouting. Stone ranging in not with the pate-jab, but with a flopping, palm-up jab-slap to jug, then stepping in righty to CREAM those breasts left to right on Kunis! Mila punched a quarter turn to her right, eyes shut tight as she cries out in outrage...blonde girl has brunette backing up/hitting ropes hard again. Stone going right at Mila, lashing her lanky about the torso; sorting her out with frisky jabs, then trying to poke stiff right hands to chin. Kunis almost cowering, right hand at left shoulder/left under right elbow as she bobs/rolls butt-on-ropes in a pocket. Blonde girl pasting away criss-cross, strafing brunette in her defensive shell...punches skidding off Mila's punished face; bracing her tits. Emma getting pushy-bossy as well - palming up on Mila's slender shoulders to shove her upright for extra pasting. Mila blubbering towards the end, just trying to cuddle up/run the clock...Emma being strong-girl, reaching under Mila's tanned arms, chesting her ruff to ropes, pushing off and getting back to work.

R9: Mila fighting woozy - feet parallel, dukes up/palms out...Emma ranges in with a standard jab to face; pours a long right hand around Mila's left to jam onto jaw, buckling Kunis' back (right) knee! Mila spills out of her stance, reels right-side into ropes...she's hurt AGAIN, starting to unravel. Emma hopping-to all frisky-as-puppies...she crowds close, nagging tummy with stuffing little left hands as Mila's bunching forward; chopping short right hands in search of face/skull. Kunis sputtering, legs shimmying...she stumbles to her right along ropes - Emma hopping-with, swatting hooks/leaning into slinging right hands in scouring pursuit. Mia a frazzled beauty, getting her buns kicked along all 4 sides of the ring...blonde girl just slashing away, being frisky and busy, starting to mix in cruel left uppercuts to sternum as Mila's stooping forward butt-on-ropes. Kunis in tears, but fighting back to avoid shutout late: Emma buffetted upside the head as she presses her attack up the middle - flyweights just pasting away to face at the bell.

R10: Emma pouring herself at Mila...blonde girl sensing upset and going for broke! They step into hard right hands, getting limber backs into chin-jolting wallops; they twist torso-right to lash left hooks across battle-bruised faces. Criss-cross barrages drive either girl into ropes, forcing her to cover up as the other digs at gut via left uppercut, or buggywhips the right hand to flank. Panting exhaustion creeping in...fighters' mouths open, eyelashes fluttering...ringing exchange of lefts and rights seems to startle Emma late, putting her swaying on her heels! Mila sets, jumps in a swinging hook to chin: Emma's torso goes sloppy on her hips - feet braced wide as legs give a shimmy - hands out to either side in stupified gullwing! Mila pushes Emma in her chest, getting her to backpedal into ropes...blonde head whiplashing groggily on contact. Mila rushing in...seconds left...her small-gloved left hand grips Emma's slender right wrist, holding it out to the side; Mila positioned off Emma's right hip, batting wide, sidearm rights to Emma's face...lissome brunette getting her limber back into shellack, whipping that arm in! Emma: sagging, turning her head to her left as Mila's punches crash onto right side of blonde head and BLONDE-GIRL DOWN! Emma beaten to her haunches and left hand - Mila still holding blonde girl's right hand and prepping to smoke away righty as ref jumps in. EMMA BEATS THE COUNT! Sniveling, ass-kicked little blonde climbs ropes to survive, taking this thing to the cards. Comes back one point duke...Mila Kunis!

AFter: Tears/juddering chest for Emma as she's broken-hearted at the decision...SO close to battering Mila until Kunis gets the come-from behind, last minute knockdown to pull it out. "Nothing to it," Mila says, eyes swelling to slits, face as punished as we've ever seen it. "I put Emma on a strict leather diet and fed her all night long. I can't say anything good about her performance: she felt like putty in my hands tonight - there to be used and abused as I saw fit. She just couldn't take the Mila-heat, you know? Gave her the whippin' she deserved, and I'm feeling frisky: I could go another 5; Emma's all used up!"