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20 December 2013 Shay Mitchell vs Aly Michalka

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Posted by simguy on December 20, 2013, 9:59 am

Before: "Beating Claire Holt really boosted my confidence," Shay reports in prefight. "She was a big challenge, and now it's time to keep stepping up. Aly's the cream at bantam, and it's time for me to take her down. 2014 is the year I start seriously contending for titles, and there's no way I can have everything I want if Aly hasn't been managed. I know I can compete with her, and it's time for me to go ahead and get her beat!"

Michalka feeling real heat - Shay's so beautiful; Fighting Ingenue calling the match up "this generation's Bell/Theron"...plenty of pressure on Aly to reassert her elite credentials. "Physically, Shay Mitchell may be my only true competition at bantam," Aly says at podium. "She's a big, strapping lass; she cuts weight to the limit, just like I do; she holds her own on the scales - never gets beauty-shocked by anyone. That's why it's so important for me to kick her ass and plant some doubts in her mind. Beating down Holt was a great accomplishment for her: I have to take that momentum away from Shay. When this fight is over, and I've broken her, I don't want another hungry rival. I want a girl who knows in her heart that I'm better than her. That's a girl I'll be able to beat for the rest of my life!"

Aly in mauve bikini; black gloves; riotous blonde ringlets. Shay in vivid royal blue lace push up; fun bikini bottoms in horizontal bars of blue and gray; white gloves; long black hair in loose curls. During ref's instructions, Aly grins: "You ready to hurt?"
Shay (frowning) "Bring it!"

During R1: Aly: left at hip/right at chest in a loose stack; left shoulder pointed at Shay; wide stance. Shay hands up, palms out, left shoulder pointed at Aly. Mitchell trying to paw her jab over Aly's left shoulder...blonde girl fades early pressure, luring Shay close then clipping her the cutie-pie right uppercut off back (right) leg. Shay baby-steppin' hurt, forms earmuff: long-limbed blonde girl leans in, treats herself to succulent brunette waist via lashing right/left. Shay bunches up "UH-H!" - Aly tilts torso-left, swats a left hook in behind Shay's right elbow. Shay tries to step forward to crowd...Aly fading back, touching her jab to Shay's raised guard, then SPANKING Mitchell a hot right hand straight to gut. Aly disengaging at the hop, circling to her right...blonde girl all loose and leggy now, feeling her oats. Shay trudging in pursuit, blocking shots, walking Aly down...Mitchell able to hook blonde abs late/trade stout right hands to chin - Shay rallying to avoid shutout at bell.

R2: Similar stuff - Shay pawing jabs to get close; fitting a tuff right hand in above Aly's left hip as blonde-girl rolls torso-right, showing a bit of her back...Michalka fading pressure, luring her girl forward. Shay walking into crisp counters - Aly getting the bolo right uppercut belly and chin on Shay; Aly long-jabbing Shay to mark her on the way in, then hook-and-pivoting to turn Shay's right shoulder. Michalka's footwork nice and easy - shimmying little fade-steps; greasy-slick pivots - all of it setting of crisp, hard counters. Mitchell stubborn, legs absorbing Aly's power - but a series of drilling straight right hands between the mitts have Shay wobbly butt at bell. Aly grinning, giving a little shoulder-shimmy en-route to corner...she's a confident beauty through 2.

R3: Pressure from Shay early, but well read and managed by Aly: Michalka e-z jabbing Shay's tummy; hook-and-pivoting clockwise - right hand cocked and ready at chest, delivering wicked bolo uppercuts, or straight pokes chin/chest. Midway through, rickety Shay attempting to push forward: Aly claps a batting hook to jaw, dropping Shay onto her left hip in a little puddle of disappointment. Mitchell beats the count disheveled and hurt: she'll dig in at ropes, awaiting Aly's charge. Michalka struts in all grins - making giant circles with her right arm, then playfully jabbing Shay's breasts, THEN buggywhip lashing a sidearm right wide to flank. Aly: "WOO!" Shimmying her shoulders, hands low at her tummy as she makes faces at Shay: Mitchell laying back on ropes, hands at temples. Aly treats herself - sampling tummy; clapping rack; clouting Shay upside her head. Mitchell rides it out, but this looks bad: Aly all relaxed and partying, touching Shay with flashy, sassy wallops while Mitchell just stands and takes. Bell: Aly nods triumphantly, setting golden ringlets a-dancing; Shay scowling, embarrassed through 3.

R4: Aly openly taunting Shay - blonde girl in forward aspect, weight on left (front) leg, hands in loose configuration, jotting little lead right hands and backhand jabs at Shay's rigid earmuff front. Mitchell grimacing, stepping in a stiff left jab, but Aly all bendy-backed, weaving away from brunette poke, then leaning back in to score touches. Midway through, girls trade short, shocking hooks - Shay gets her shoulder into hers and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Aly blown to her buns, golden ringlets in startled eyes...She takes a hurtin' 8 and ON COMES SHAY! Mitchell with ground to make up, steps-to, crouching low to brace Aly with the left shoulder in raised blonde guard - Mitchell strappin' leather to blonde waist/flanks off the bump. Michalka breathing through pursed lips, rolling in the pocket...Shay's fetching Aly grade "A" body-shellack, prompting blonde clinches. Aly frowning as she ties up, chin on Shay's right shoulder - blonde girl pulling brunette in, laying on ropes for ref's breaks. Bell: Shay pushing aggressively up off Aly's chest...blonde doesn't like it...tempers flare as ref moves in quick.

R5: Michalka all business now - serious little scowl replacing her taunting grin. Fighters with hands at temples, leaning in on front (left) legs - they'll butt guards, then work, taking turns strapping limber hooks to quivering tummies/glossy flanks; batting right hands to opposing ears; trying for chin via carving left uppercuts. Withering trade takes two-way toll, but midway through, trade in hooks sees Shay's legs give a shimmy, Shay's torso do a sick little whipsaw on drunken hips. Michalka quick as a snake: swatting hook claps across Shay's breasts; slap-chop right hand chips chin and DOWN GOES SHAY! Mitchell spreading out on her back, momentarily out...Aly glaring ferociously down, willing her foe to quit. Shay struggles up for her 8, reeling on the spot: she digs in at apron as blonde girl wades in to finish. Michalka determined to chop Shay down...Blonde dipping torso-right, touching her left hand to Shay's guard, then strapping the right to waist, bouncing mitt off meat and bringing it back to Aly's on chest to reset. Dipping torso-left, Aly loads up her hook, bouncing it off the thickness of Shay, bringing the mitt back to blonde chest for reset. Back and forth - Aly lashing away on Shay - beautiful blonde girl just taking her lovely brunette rival out back the woodshed here. Shay in body shock, unable to answer, but SO brave...she's sponging it up, curvy legs refusing to give way, even though tremors are quivering down sleek brunette thighs. Aly huffs and puffs, battering Shay without mercy to bell...blonde brow shiny with sweat, cheeks red with heat...Mitchell blinking away how-could-you tears, but she meets Aly's hard gaze with defiance as ref moves in.

R6: Bitter toe-to-toe slugging - girls just leaning in behind raised guards, bumping forearms/gloves, then lashing out. Rich, thick cuts of belly taken by both girls - fighters hooking one another with a loose, limber delivery, popping hips-right for leverage. Chippy little right uppercuts explore guards for chins; batting hooks cuff at ears - the girls frequently staggering one another in trade. Down the stretch, Shay gets into a bump-n'-bruise rhythm - bracing Aly's guard with her own; chopping the hook to Aly's jugs; bouncing a tight right hand off the abs; finishing up the hook in Aly's tits again. Blonde girl grimacing, giving ground...Shay's outfighting Aly by the bell and both girls know it.

R7: Aly trying to be cute early, loping around all leggy, hands down...Shay jabs blonde girl to ropes and gets to work. No nonsense hound-and-pound from Shay Mitchell - she keeps her head below Aly's chin; uses left hand to push at Aly's right bicep - plowing away free right hands amidships or head. Michalka grumpy, laying back on ropes - trying to get her left arm around Shay's head to help block Mitchell's rampaging right hands. Sloppy brawling along ropes not pretty, but Shay mucks it out, leaving Aly all shopworn and cranky at bell.

R8: Girls trading those tight, swatting hooks - elbows down, short shots and DOWN GOES SHAY! Mitchell dropped to left hip and hand, hair strewn across her face - she punches canvas with her right hand, PISSED to have let Aly retake the initiative. Mitchell beats the count shabby, stooping forward behind her mitts as Aly wades in. Michalka grunting as she works the body - blonde girl popping hips right and left, really laying in supple shellack. Forehead to forehead, grinding pate - Aly reaches in to Shay's inner-elbows, pushing brunette back to ropes, opening her up. Shay cries out as her chest is belted a downward chopping right - she tries to fold her left across her breasts, tries to twist her right side into ropes, but Aly reaches in, wrestles her flat to ropes, opens her up. Job of work Aly Michalka - Shay's big and strong, trying to cover up - Blonde girl prying the defence apart, cleaning up Shay's torso one clobbering wallop at a time. Bell: girls shiny with sweat, exhausted - Aly pushes off, then leans back in with a cheap right forearm to jugs. Blurt of pain, Shay, then she's pushing Aly away, bringing ref in hot.

R9: Grim determination to do harm and survive - nothing else. Girls close, reaching in, pushing each other's inner-elbows back, laying in mouth on shoulder while lapping mitts to trembling tummies underneath. Fight stumbles into and along ropes - girls embracing, twisting one another, tumbling along aprons to corners. Constant strain to push at the other girl - get a glove in her face and bend her over the ropes - smite her with the free hand - try to get another shot in before she can tie up. Down the stretch, girls are entangled up top - heads/arms/gloves all closely grouped as Aly pushes Shay deep to ropes. Aly's left arm over Shay's right shoulder; Aly's head outside Shay's left shoulder, trapping Shay's left arm in the clinch as Aly's right arm completes the tight embrace. Mitchell groaning under the weight, but clinching tight with Aly, waiting for ref's break when suddenly: Michalka's left thigh rises, clapping against Shay's tanned belly! Shay: "UH-H!" driven deep to ropes as blonde girl drives the thigh home. Aly reloads - actually bringing the left leg back before laying the thigh across Shay's tummy again...where the hell's the ref?? Poor Shay! Aly on top, plowing the breath out of Mitchell with cheap thigh-blocks, driving Shay into ropes with each one...official FINALLY gets in there, pulling apart the tangle of limbs and issuing warnings. Shay livid, cheeks glittering with tears: Aly panting, exhausted...blue eyes pitiless with determination to hurt.

R10: Groggy beauties stumble into conflict - bodying up chest to chest, clinching, walking each other to ropes. Tummy to tummy writhing along the ropes...it's sloppy, brutal hold and hit as girls tumble, reversing top position. By the middle minute, Shay's wrestled her way on top - using the left hand to push at Aly's face, draping blonde girl over top rope for clapping right hammerfists or forearm smashes - whatever's possible. Aly whining - spent...she just can't muscle Mitchell off anymore! Shay in a simple but effective rhythm - throwing her left arm across Aly's throat to wrestle her down, pushing off blonde torso, then smiting Aly crude right hands. Michalka sputtering, rolling her right shoulder into ropes - right hand palm-out at left cheek/left across her gut as she stops competing. Pretty Little Punchers up out of their seats, losing their pretty little minds, screaming and jumping as SHAY BEATS ALY WITHOUT MERCY! Push and punch, push and punch - Shay a mindless slugging automaton, grimly bashing away and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Candice Accola sputtering with rage, screaming "GET UP YOU COW!" Michalka sobbing as her legs give way...she sits on right hip/right hand on canvas/left arm covering her head for fear of Shay's fury. Ref pushes seething brunette away - crowd squealing and ALY CLIMBS THE ROPES! Michalka blubbering, pulling her numbed body up off the canvas...she's a helpless wreck and THE REF STEPS IN because the bell has sounded. Comes back UD10 close - Aly Michalka!

AFter: Shay furious, wrenching her wrist away from the ref and rounding on Aly after the verdict. Mitchell barking about Aly's fouls from the clinch and Hegemonic attitude in general: Michalka chesting up, promising Shay she'll never win this match up - both stables have to pull respective fighters away before things go nuclear. "I battered Shay Mitchell," Aly says bitterly in postfight, face clearly showing her exhaustion and Shay-hate. "I'll give her credit for competing, but she doesn't have Michalka-level skills or class. I'm better - she needs to just deal with it, because tonight's as close as she'll ever come to getting me beat. EVER!"

In days to follow, Aly responds to Shay's post-match allegations of cheating (ie: those tuff knee-lifts in the clinch) in the pages of BLONDE! Magazine: "You know, whatever. She was cheating by holding me. Ref wasn't breaking us, so I pushed with my thigh against her body to try to get separation. I never "kneed" her - if I had, she'd have been finished right then. It was meat on meat baby - perfectly legal, and if Shay doesn't like it, maybe she should do more punching and less hugging!"