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20 December 2013 Dianna Agron vs Kirsten Dunst

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Posted by simguy on December 20, 2013, 9:44 am

Before: Agron a purring, agitating little menace - constantly baiting Dunst into altercations then letting security step in...Dianna oh-so deliberately working on Kirsten's last nerve. "I shouldn't have to fight this little tramp," Dunst seethes at podium. "Last time out - when I battered the best boxer in the division into a stupor - I expected a ticker tape parade, and what did I get? An offer sheet and an ultimatum. And this little WITCH talked her way into this fight - manipulated matchmakers - probably dished out free blowjobs to anyone who looked even remotely influential, to put me in this spot. Well, she got what she wanted, and she's going to pay for it. Dianna Agron is like a girl who failed to make the Lookout roster: that's not going to get it done against me!"

Agron smiling icily - clever blonde knows she has nothing to lose; knows all the pressure in the world is on Kirsten's slender shoulders. "Kirsten Dunst," Dianna purrs at podium, savouring the syllables. "Was there ever a fighter with more talent who did less with it? I love that she thought one flukey win would make her safe. As if any of us are safe in the FCBA. That's why I moved against her at the height of her momentum, because Kirsten has never put two good efforts together in her entire career. She hasn't taken one independent step since I focussed on her: everything she does is the result of a string I'm pulling. All I have to do now is cut the strings, and watch her collapse!"

Agron in black sport top; scarlet cheerleader spankies; small black gloves; high pony. Kirsten in white sport top; white Adidas sprinters briefs with red stripes at hip; small red gloves; hair in high pony.

During R1: Kirsten crouching, angling in with left shoulder forward, jabbing to torso on approach. Agron sidestepping clockwise jabbing to breast, jabbing to mouth, keeping the spicy left hand semi-extended. As Dunst drives in, Agron's left hand rides in behind Kirsten's head, holding noggins close together while Dianna pounds right hands to breadbasket. Kirsten taking these shots on her drum-tight chassis, working to get out from under D's left hand while riding her own left behind Agron's head - paying Dianna back to body via digging right hands in kind. Ref issues break with warning about holding and hitting: pattern repeats as girls spiral in together, then stand nimble and strong in the pocket, taking turns holding and hitting until break. Little to chose until late: Dunst hooks Agron's mouth as Dianna's coming in...Agron stumbles out of orbit as Kirsten steps-left to an angle; drills a pair of sticky right hands to right side of Dianna's face, buckling Agron's knees and winning the round just at bell.

R2: Girls spit jabs to close, fight inside with hands up, bumping guards-and-pates preparatory to getting off. Agron in a nice groove: bumping her guard against Kirsten's then whacking rival abs a limber right/left...Dunst grimacing, bunching up a bit...her receipts lack mustard as Agron's got something going downstairs. Dianna diligent - bumping and digging - occasionally riding a hand behind Kirsten's head to pull her forward and spin her. Ref shouting for breaks, but not really enforcing them...Dunst steps back as ordered, hands low, taking a deep breath: she's ill prepared when Agron lunges in righty-on-the-chin! Head-snap Kirsten Dunst...incumbent scoots to her butt all pursed lips/wincing eyes: Agron strutting to neutral corner like a blonde on a mission. Remaining minute a discouraging one for Kirsten...she's rump-at-ropes, getting worked over as Agron takes turns with either hand pulling Dunst's head down while body-punching via the free mitt. Bell: Ref has a stern warning for Dianna...she strides to her corner without so much as a glance at the man.

R3: Sticky, hard-punching affair continues as two girls built to box elect to go hard at one another's infuriating torso. Slender shoulders rolling, small mitts digging into flat, toned tummies, svelte ribs...girls just beating at one another in trade until one steps left around a series of spitting jabs to reset. Agron still using the left behind Dunst's head but it's backfiring this round: Kirsten just crowding close, working underneath Dianna's raised left to punish sleek ribs with both hands chopping.

R4: Grim determination settling into both corners...fighters trudging into one another - pawing the jab; kissing each other stiff right crosses to chin, then pouring to the body hup-hup-hup. Back and forth bitterness - girls just stepping around at close-quarters, digging in flat-footed, looking for leverage. Brutal pasting exchanges leaving their mark: both women lumping up nicely to face; ribs and tummies streaked with pink mitt-tracks as punishment accrues.

R5: Same heartless determination to inflict pain as girls close and work. Ref going hoarse from all the shouted warnings not to hold and hit - both girls pulling the other's head down in turns, guiding her into body shots. Dunst absorbing, then using her right to push Dianna's left hand up off Kirsten's neck; left hook to mouth backs Agron up; extra right hand bounces off pate and now Kirsten's in charge. Withering stuff - when one girl falters, the other is on her without mercy.

R6: 2 more minutes of grueling give and take...slender-legged girls just standing in strong, taking turns hold and hitting, stepping to adjust as they pull each other around, but never stepping away. Until final minute: Agron suddenly legging outside, she sets up out of range, walking Dunst into the stiff left jab; sliding back in-stance to increase the dosage; issuing hook-and-pivot clockwise to turn off the apron. Smart, effective boxing shuts Kirsten down, bloodies her nose at bell.

R7: Dunst pours herself at Agron: Dianna can't stand. Pawing left jabs set up whirling palm-down rights to left-side lats; lunging hooks slap Agron's face as she's backpedalling. Ropes: Kirsten a slender bully - left hand pulling Agron's head down while rights ply her tummy, then a right uppercut brushes her back into ropes, blinking and shocked. Agron covering up face-in-gloves, rolling side to side in the pocket as Kirsten beats her: Dunst in her glory - small mitts just denting the taut meat of Agron's flanks as Kirsten lathers away. Dianna stumbling on more than one occasion - eyes bleak, face ashen...she uses ropes to keep from falling, but it's a bad beat regardless - Kirsten going all out to finish this thing in the seventh!

R8: Gut-check time for Dianna as Kirsten wades in, looking to finish. Dunst energetic, mauling Dianna along ropes, but Agron firming, bogging Dunst down in grim hold-and-hit slogging sessions as girls tumble along ropes. So brutally methodical - Kirsten with her left hand in between Dianna's shoulder blades, holding her steady for pumping rights up into gut, then short across the mouth. Agron reeling, sleepy, but bouncing off the ropes with a drifting right cross of her own, then hooking Kirsten's gut hard enough to bunch HER up hurt. Bitter back and forth a stalemate until Agron uses her legs late - bopping outside, roaming to her right while issuing a steady stream of pumping left jabs. Kirsten trudging in pursuit - guard at her eyebrows as she's walking through poke...Dunst never does issue receipt as Agron's legs prove the difference.

R9: Dianna bops it outside, roaming to her right - alternately popping left jabs hot to Dunst's raised guard, or just brushing at it with fingertips of the left hand. Agron starts deploying a crisp, straight right hand off the shoulder - threading in between Kirsten's mitts to spank face at full extension. Dunst wading forward, but just following Agron, letting her get off...Dianna able to circle her foe, pounding out points. Over the latter half the round, Kirsten's sullen, frustrated...Dianna able to mix in strapping left hooks to body, cutting Dunst palm-up across her tummy off all the good work upstairs. Bell: Shutout Dianna has her making fierce eye contact with punished Kirsten...fight could well be coming down to the final round.

R10: Kirsten needs pressure and performance: Dianna denies her. Agron roaming counterclockwise, using straight lefts and rights to keep her distance; measuring with the fingertips of her left hand for drilling rights; angling some of those right hands down into the pit of Kirsten's belly. Round and round - devastating stuff from disciplined Dianna...Agron just picking her foe apart in cold-blooded fashion - pecking away on Kirsten while giving up little in the way of openings. Dunst punished as she follows her girl, facing into one-twos; cringing from harsh body licks, but walking through all of it in a desperate bid to retain her contract. Bell: Dianna lifts her mitts in exultation; Kirsten looking bleak but hopeful. Hopes are dashed when Dianna's hand is raised for the UD10 Agron.

After: Dunst in shock, blinking back tears of denial...just one fight ago she had Natalie Portman at her mercy, and now she's on the curb! "Rampant just traded up," Dianna gloats in postfight, face puffy, but eyes bright. "Can't say she didn't try - Kirsten fought her heart out tonight...but that's the problem with her, isn't it? Insufficiency of heart? No matter: I'm in, she's out, and Rampant just became a super-power at sub-120!" Dianna breezy in victory, but as pundits are quick to point out - girls who steal roster spots from others are vulnerable to such theft in turn. Quite possible that we haven't seen the last of Kirsten Dunst at Rampant just yet - especially if Agron falters.