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20 December 2013 Meghan Markle vs Jennifer Morrison

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Posted by simguy on December 20, 2013, 9:33 am

Before: Meghan takes podium without speaking, initiates Audio/Visual big screen presentation. Markle/Bellisario starts up, mixed with a slammin' dance beat punctuated by exaggerated Troian "UH!" gasps as part of the bass line. Markle grinning up at the screen, pursing her lips, moving her shoulders in time to the action...when Bellisario goes down, Megs freezes the shot: Troian writhing on her back, face contorted in gut-shocked agony. "Boom," Markle sparkles happily at podium. "I did that. And that's just the first body of many I intend to claim. Stopping Troian opened the floodgates of my awesomeness, and there's no holding me back now. Jenny M? Putty. I'm going to splice her stoppage into this footage and just build and build my own personal highlight reel for you guys!"

Morrison scowling - in her mind, she's favourite, but Meghan's treating her like cannon fodder. "Okay. She caught Troian lucky, had the good sense and aggression to scrub her out," Jen shrugs. "Girls get overwhelmed to the body sometimes, that doesn't make Meghan Markle some kind of body-snatching phenom. Troian's just a kid: real women get up off the canvas and fight back. What's Meg going to do when punches start beating down her defences? I mean, maybe she's as special as she says she is, but all I saw in the Bellasario fight was one tyro pouncing another. Guys: I'm no tyro."

Megan in soft white cashmere crochet bikini; white gloves; long black hair in loose tangles. Jen in black lace push up bra/black velvet panties; black gloves; long blonde hair loose.

During R1: Megan hurling herself at Jen, whirling rights and lefts. Morrison sputtering - trying to reach her left hand through the tempest to locate Meg's chest, but blonde girl getting buffetted early. Megs all body-tense, hair wild - right hands slamming into Jen's left-side lats under her extended left; right hand bashing at jugs, tummy. Jen inching forward, showing distress, this is just too much reckless volume and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Crazy body-pasting puts Morrison breathless on all fours...giddy Megs hops across blonde back, stopping to kick imaginary dirt back at paralyzed blonde girl as ref's moving in. Jen struggling for breath, beating the count ragged...she's all hands on hips, drawing in air through open mouth for 8. ON COMES MEGHAN! Markle pouring in like frisky puppies - squaring away on Jen - beating her ribcage via whirling palm-down rights and lefts in horizontal plane. POOR JENNIFER MORRISON! Jen sputtering, reaching out to push Meghan away, but Markle too frisky, always leaning back in, slamming home the harm. Meghan's fists biting into Jen's body, bouncing off the firmness - Meghan's slender arms shuddering on contact...she's just twisting side to side, laying it on thick. Jen skidding to her left - stunned by the odd blow bouncing off her head; breathless from the constant body lather...she starts tipping to her left, reeling into neutral corner and DOWN SHE GOES AGAIN! Jen on knees - hands on lower ropes as she gazes shellshocked into roaring crowd...Herculean effort for blonde girl to climb the turnbuckle ropes, narrowly beating the count. ON COMES MEGHAN! Extra clean up from Meghan as Jen sits on turnbuckle, huddles forward face-in-gloves and rides this out: brunette belting away to glory, bouncing both hands off taut blonde flanks - Meghan's jugs a-jumpin', colour high as she finishes up strong to bell. Markle leaping away, shouting, blowing kisses to the crowd...Jennifer limps into port hugging a ransacked ribcage as her trainer goes to work.

R2: Meghan hopping after Jennifer as Morrison circles counter-clockwise...brunette just wants to close and lather. Jen taking single shots only as she evades Meghan early, but after the minute mark...Markle hooking Jen's breadbasket; bashing Jen upside the head via overhand right...Morrison wobbles into ropes, covering up earmuff. Joyous body-shellack follows - Meghan grinning, whirling the mitts to Jen in thumbside-up configuration...ingenue getting impressive bite on her punches as she keeps her elbows high, pulling her hands back to her own chest on follow through. Morrison battered, but down the stretch, Meghan's ferocity wanes, allowing Jen first to clinch for ref's break, then start to advance off the ropes behind a stiff jab. Jab-and-clinch routine for Morrison controls Meghan, walking brunette to midring...at the bell, a snarling Jenny M pounds a right forearm against Meghan's breasts out of the clinch, bringing a resentful little pout of hurt to brunette features.

R3: Morrison recovering well - right hand at cheek as she pumps left jabs while pivoting clockwise. Meghan forced into high guard, hands at temples...she's turning, blocking, waiting for an opening. Jen dives into a straight hand slanted down into Meghan's firm tummy: spanking blast draws a blurt of hurt from Megs...her elbows flinch down, she backs away, eyes wincing. Jennifer marauding forward - showing the jab at Meghan's freshly spanked gut, then diving in righty, turning Markle's chin and sending her reeling to ropes! MIGHTY MEGS IS HURT! Markle whining, covering up face in gloves...HER turn to suffer as Jen squares up/belts away. Jen chopping into Megan with sidearm, palms-up left/rights - cutting in under brunette elbows, crippling Markle. Meghan turns her left shoulder into ropes, stooping forward in face-protect: Jen stays on her - left hand riding Megan's lower back, right hand plowing up into jugs, or punching at the face. Meghan cowering, sagging into ropes, not answering back...Jen just crowding in close on brunette right flank, feeding her right hands and THE REF STEPS IN! Meghan's pretty face shiny with fresh tears of protest but it's no-go: TKO3 in hardhearted fashion, Jennifer Morrison.

AFter: Exciting little fire fight sees Morrison withstand early ingenue ferocity, then roll Meghan up...Jen tender-bodied, but upbeat in the aftermath. "She's not actually a heavy hitter," Morrison explains in postfight, "but she just came hurtling in with 100% commitment...all I could do early was ride that stuff out. I'm made of sterner stuff than the girls in Meghan's class though. She beat the breath out of me, but I just shook it off and started to will my way back in. When the situation was reversed, she couldn't hack it, just like I thought. I think I proved I'm better than Meghan, AND I think I've got way more heart than Troian Bellisario. If I could shout out one name here, it would be Troian's - going Meghan/Troian would be a nice way to capture this little triangle and positions me for a bit of a run. Hopefully our people can get it together, because I'm developing a taste for ingenue meat!"

Markle having a good long cry in her corner...not so much from the loss but from the realization that a girl was actually able to survive the Markle body-lash. Megs just having a hard time accepting the cold blonde truth...it's as though the Markle-centric universe has been suddenly and violently called into question by science.