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21 June 2013 Phoebe Tonkin vs Rachel Skarsten

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Posted by simguy on June 21, 2013, 1:36 am

BEFORE: Cocky Phoebe T spending half her time mocking Margot Robbie, other half baiting Rachel in prefight. "This is gonna be fun," Pheebs smirks in her Aussie drawl. "Rachel's a fine strapping lass - just the thing I need to really make a splash at lightweight. I'll chop her down, abuse her, and put my second HMK girl into the ol' trophy case!"

Skarsten scowling, anxious to get Tonkin in the ring for some justice. "This is a girl who needs a beating," Rachel says at podium. "She's cocky; she's disrespectful...I'm looking forward to this. She thinks she's going to run the table on HMK, she's got another thing coming. What she's going to do is get herself noticed, and targeted, if she's not careful!" Tonkin grinnin' dimply, making I'm-so-scared face her side of dais.

Rachel in black fighting bra and panties; small black gloves; platinum hair back in tidy slugger's bun. Phoebe in tan bra with soft ridges in relief; black velvet boy-cut bottoms; small black gloves; black hair loose n' tangly.

During R1: Lanky lasses ping jabs, slash wide right hands to left hips, then they lean-in rangy, going torso with loose-limbed vigor. Gorgeous, strapping shellack - women stooped forward, knuckles together at respective chests, then they'll flare one hand down/to the side, roll-through with the shoulder and really belt mitt to paunch. Both hands; relaxed, heavy-handed lashing up into belly/ribs...bruising, spanking trade sounding out with thick, moist CHUP! CHUP! noises. Even-stevens until late...Phoebe dips down, punching her right hand with the same slinging delivery into Rachel's right inner-thigh, buckling the leg; left fist punches at left inner thigh, bowing Rachel's legs...Pheebs straightens up, plowing a triumphant right forearm into Rachel's jugs...Skarsten sent reeling backwards, flopping into ropes all gasping and smote. Phoebe cackling despite ref's warnings punching a girl's legs...brunette able to step close, assume that slugger's hunch, and strap a few extra rangy right/lefts to midsection as Rachel's all cramped up/cringing at bell.

R2: Girls step-to, get to shellackin': same slinging work underneath - girls switchin' hips side to side, rolling their shoulder into lashing body blows. Rachel bunching up almost immediately in trade, face pinched...she's hurt, hands reaching for Pheebs, but Tonkin able to sustain her slog to blonde body CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! Skarsten can't take it - ashen faced, she turns away from Phoebe, dropping to all fours, head bowed. Tonkin grinning, going to all fours just off Rachel's right shoulder, the better to taunt blonde-girl from close-in...ref shouting "Get outta there, Tonks!"
Phoebe barking up at the douche: "I'M HELPING!"
Order restored, Skarsten up for 8, but she's badly winded, trying to draw breath, face betraying her pain. Phoebe sees the distress, LOVES the distress...she wades back in when signaled. Rachel knows she's desperately hurt, hugging her body/rolling her right side into ropes: Tonkin takes a moment to push Rachel back flat to ropes, reaching in to pull blonde arms away from throbbing body, then it's right back into the salt mines! TONKIN POURING THE BEATS TO RACHEL! Skarsten sobbing aloud - eyes shut tight, mouth open...Tonkin just plowing away all lanky downstairs - dipping either shoulder, popping her hips and really hoisting up into tummy. Skarsten's legs trembling late - she's devastated, but SLUGGING BACK! Rachel belting away in kind - slow, strapping shellack landing with sledgehammer force...Tonkin slopping at Rache to bell, but at least the cocky grin is gone as blonde-girl gets respect. Agonizing scene during the break as trainer probes Rachel's ribs: her right knee flinches up, head tilting back as she cries out in pain at the touch.

R3: Phoebe's eyes: I'VE GOT THIS. Rachel: cringing, sliding along ropes for support. Tonkin stalking her blonde, touching her stiff jabs to face, getting Rachel's guard up, then DRIVING righty down into gut! Slamming straight punch sits Rachel gurgling into ropes! Tonks pops hips-right, lashing a low-slung left home to gut; Tonks dips right shoulder, pops hips-left, hoists right uppercut to belly...she's just in there thick and Rachel can't stop her! SKARSTEN GOES DOWN! Rachel pitching onto her face, arms hugging her body...she rolls to her back in agony, drawing her knees up, trying to breathe. Phoebe STRUTTING, showing her dimples...KO3 in devastating fashion, cocky Phoebe T!

AFter: Tonkin insufferable in victory, constantly cruising past wheezing Rachel to drink in the pain; constantly cooing mock-sympathetic nothings...she's bold for her in-ring stand-up. "I like this HMK group!" Phoebe grins in postfight. "Who else have they got? Tricia Helfer's about my height, right? Wouldn't that be awesome if I went Margot-Rachel-Tricia? Damn - my trophy-case is filling up with HMK bling, guys!" The BRASS of this kid!