Emily VanCamp versus Kira Kosarin (Bantamweight Title)
May 25, 2018 22:39:28 GMT -6
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Post by Lookout! Boxing on May 25, 2018 22:39:28 GMT -6
Emily VanCamp versus Kira Kosarin
(Bantamweight Championship)
BEFORE: This is a big blonde-brunette battle - for the bantamweight title no less! Kira charging her way through the bantamweight division and spoiling a rematch between the champ and her perennial rival Troian Bellisario in the process to earn herself a well-deserved title shot. The crowd is on their feet already - chanting for their favorite fighter, as EVC has certainly accumulated her fair share over the years and Kosarin gaining quite a sizable fan club already.
Kira hard-eyed and determined leading up to the match, “Of course, I respect the heck out of Em, but I’ve earned this shot. I deserve this shot and I deserve this title. I’m going to be too much for VanCamp and she knows it. I’m younger, hungrier and I want this SO much more. Tonight, Em is going to feel the thunder and I’m going to feel gold around my waist.”
Emily giving a little shake of her head and a confident little smirk, “Do you know how often I hear what girls have earned when they face me? Look at little Chloe ‘the bully’ Bennett. Chloe thinks she can bully girls around, but guess who ended up on her back? That’s right. The ‘Next Big Thing’ and that’s just what is going to happen to this little brunette phenom. On her back, staring up at the current big thing at the gold that she is NOT going to be taking home tonight. Not from me.”
Emily in a black bikini with matching gloves and blonde hair in a fighting ponytail; Kira in a burgundy halter-top style bikini with matching gloves and her own brunette tresses in a fighting ponytail of her own.
R1: All Emily for first minute and a half. She's grinning...weight forward on left (front) foot...left elbow hinged at her hip, that left hand swaying side to side waist-high...right hand cocked and ready at her chest. VanCamp erupting from this coiled stance - sudden lead right hands to Kira's face and forehead; vicious catspaw hooks off the hip. From a standing start - Emily pouncing in or out - firm, tanned body electrifying in execution. Kosarin comparatively rudimentary: after catching clout upstairs, she's got dukes up at eyebrows - crouching her way forward - pawing the jab to locate Brit. Down the stretch, stubborn Kosarin's inched her way into range - swinging a fat right hand to Emily's ribs; hooking Emily's tits. VanCamp punched off her stance, firms, digs in, answers. Crowd-pleasing shoulder-to-shoulder slugfest to the bell - girls shrugging away in tight, being beefy with each other. Kosarin holds her own: both women absorbing bashing, compact wallop in the trenches.
R2: Similar stuff. Midring and early - it's Emily dominating with that menacing, forward-lean and supple, springy punches. Kosarin grimly wading through it - blocking shots, crouching, until she can find Emily's ribcage with right hands. VanCamp eventually engaging toe to toe - digging back into Kosarin's midsection; flurrying to Kosarin's breasts; clouting her jawlines. Kira eager to trade, shrugging off Emily's tidy bombs to land heavy leather in return. VanCamp takes the round, but her corner's already on her to stay springy, stay outside, and dominate with reflexes.
R3: Kosarin forward with confidence: she's eating VanCamp's sudden-pulse lead right hands, but taking them well. Kira releasing only when she's in range, but then getting thick, whacking impact on VanCamp: Emily grimacing as right hands find her flank, or clout her skull. VanCamp back with short right uppercuts inside, then hooks: Kira gobbling, refusing to back up, answering thick and bashing in bruising trade. Emily bumping shoulders, pushing-with, but it's Kira coming forward. Kosarin's powerful hindquarters becoming a factor as stubborn Emily wants to grind out minutes.
R4: Emily bares teeth as she hooks Kosarin's paunch - blonde popping her hips-right, getting into brunette. Kira grunting, but answering: brunette hasn't seen anything she can't handle just yet. Bruising toe-to-toe trade - sometimes VanCamp stepping forward, sometimes Kira. Kosarin's slugging inside a primitive mess of bashing, clubbing strokes thrown with more enthusiasm than technique: sheer willpower and strength making her effective. VanCamp the cuter: she'll give ground to walk Kira onto short uppercuts; she'll swipe and chop and cuff her shots, keeping elbows in and staying sound defensively. Kosarin comes forward through brute force - hammering at Emily's biceps when choicer cuts of blonde are not available. Judges like the fact that Kira's coming forward, but they appreciate VanCamp's supple blend of brawn and cute as well.
R5: VanCamp focused, alert: she knows she's in a fight. Potshotting early from VanCamp from that coiled forward-lean...but when Kira wills herself inside, the girls bump-and-slug. Action packed, but methodical: neither girl wild of sloppy inside - this is good, grunting turn-taking in a phone-booth. VanCamp willing to ease back to lure Kosarin forward into shots: blonde routinely locating brunette chin with uppercuts off either foot, or tight 6 inch right hands. Kosarin bulling-through, savaging VanCamp in response: sturdy blonde badly shaken at times from thick sheets of shellack applied to upperchest, arms, flanks and tummy.
R6: VanCamp scoring potshots early - pivoting around her hooks and lead right hands: she could be shutting Kosarin out if she stayed with this. Kira's relentless pursuit always pays off, however: Kosarin forcing her way to Emily's chest - pushing against VanCamp to engage her pride. Both girls digging in, magnificent glutes straining with effort to hold ground. Shoulders employed like an extra set of mitts as the girls just bump-n'-bang mouth-on-shoulder to bell. Glorious stuff through 6.
R7: Emily continues to pelt away outside, lumping Kosarin up, walking her into shots, but eventually - girls settle inside where the trading is hot and thick. Fighters pushing in - brawny arms writhing to pull at each other's elbows or push each other about. Girls keeping elbows in, tucking punches into willing breadbaskets; clubbing/swatting/cuffing up top. Difference is Emily's slick uppercuts: she's getting right uppies off the right foot - left uppies off the left; just very supple and bendy-backed as she walks Kira in. Kosarin rocked at times, but SO sturdy: even when stunned, her instinct is to push forward and punch back.
R8: Kosarin with a rare swinging right hand from medium range: she catches Emily clean to chin, startling and staggering blonde. Kosarin hops-in, hammers another right upside Emily's head, hooks her mouth as she's toppling backward and VanCamp'S DOWN! Emily blown to her buns at the ropes, blinking in shock: Kosarin smouldering down, dark eyes dancing at the sight of blonde panic. Emily up at 8, woozy, but serviceable: she digs in at apron, crouching forward behind her mitts. Kosarin bull-strong when she's got a girl ropebound: bruising, Frazier-esque bump-n'-slug deployed as Kira batters Emily. VanCamp gritting her teeth, keeping elbows in/dukes up: she's catching hell to either flank, but rolling head-shots well, tying up head-and-elbow for breaks. Emily's savvy pocket-defence and curvy legs see her through: Kira pounds at her blonde, but can't get her out of there.
R9: Grim, grinding attrition. VanCamp frequently shocked to see Kira walking through flush uppercuts to chin: Kosarin picked up HARD at times, but never taking a backward step. Emily sliding off to either side - cute with her shoulders the way she'll dip down, edge into Kira, then pivot-round to turn her. Kira's output dropping as Emily moves brunette feet: savvy blonde execution taking the edge off Kosarin's blunt approach. VanCamp busier - frisking Kosarin's tummy and ribs, walking her into chin-checks, then turning her. A little science going a long way as VanCamp finally shows a little respect. During the break, Lookout! trainer really massaging Emily's arms: Kira's brutal pounding of the limbs causing VanCamp some distress.
R10: VanCamp drills Kira another lead right at the open: flush shot to forehead draws a swinging receipt of rights and lefts from brawny Kosarin. Emily bounding back out of range, then roaming to her right: blonde determined to circle, curve in with power, then get ouf of Dodge. It's the right play: Kosarin following Emily - untutored brunette feet unable to cut off the ring: VanCamp able to initiate or disengage at will. Bell to bell Emily - she tarts Kira up with cutey pie lead rights and swiping hooks - springy blonde legs propelling VanCamp around and keeping her safe. Comes back UD10, Emily VanCamp.
AFTER: What a match - a close victory for the blonde and STILL champion Emily VanCamp, who has her hand raised in victory to the frustration of a fuming Kira Kosarin who is sitting in her corner, chest heaving in and out angrily. Blonde grinning as she pushes her way into Kira’s corner as the ref watches with some consternation as it looks like Em might be going for a victory Walk of Shame. However, to the surprise of many, Emily gives Kira a hug as they exchange some words in the corner. Kira’s cheeks flushing a bit as Emily talks to her, especially as the two separate and Emily gives her a cocky slap on her tush.
Emily beaming as Kira goes to leave, but Emily pushes her back into the corner for a moment and the ref arrives with the golden Bantamweight Title belt. Emily makes her foe watch as the belt is placed around her taut tummy as she beams, sticking out her tongue as she then mouths at Kira: “Not On My Watch.” as the crowd cheers loudly for the match that they’ve just witnessed and for the post-match display. Emily jogs backwards, one hand on her tummy and the other pumping her fist up into the air as she blows Kira a kiss. Kira glares at her for a moment, then stepping out of the ring.
Emily grins, hands on her hips, “It ended up just like I told you it would. But, what did I tell her? I told her she’d be a champ someday. Mark my words - Kira is going to be a champ someday. But not today. Not over me. I’ve made my career on taking down these next big things when they come along. Kira went down like a deflated brunette and I’ve already got my eye on the next brunette I plan to break down. Blondes do it better and I do it best.”
Kira watching on the outside, with her hands on her hips, seeing the victory celebration that should’ve been hers and will be one day. Not today, but soon. Very soon. But, today, the victory goes to the stunning Emily VanCamp, who listens to the crowd chant “E-V-C!” as she mounts the turnbuckle and raises a fist to the sky, pumping her fist in rhythm with the chanting of the crowd, smiling with complete confidence and for today, control of the division!
(Bantamweight Championship)
Words & Results: Lookout!
BEFORE: This is a big blonde-brunette battle - for the bantamweight title no less! Kira charging her way through the bantamweight division and spoiling a rematch between the champ and her perennial rival Troian Bellisario in the process to earn herself a well-deserved title shot. The crowd is on their feet already - chanting for their favorite fighter, as EVC has certainly accumulated her fair share over the years and Kosarin gaining quite a sizable fan club already.
Kira hard-eyed and determined leading up to the match, “Of course, I respect the heck out of Em, but I’ve earned this shot. I deserve this shot and I deserve this title. I’m going to be too much for VanCamp and she knows it. I’m younger, hungrier and I want this SO much more. Tonight, Em is going to feel the thunder and I’m going to feel gold around my waist.”
Emily giving a little shake of her head and a confident little smirk, “Do you know how often I hear what girls have earned when they face me? Look at little Chloe ‘the bully’ Bennett. Chloe thinks she can bully girls around, but guess who ended up on her back? That’s right. The ‘Next Big Thing’ and that’s just what is going to happen to this little brunette phenom. On her back, staring up at the current big thing at the gold that she is NOT going to be taking home tonight. Not from me.”
Emily in a black bikini with matching gloves and blonde hair in a fighting ponytail; Kira in a burgundy halter-top style bikini with matching gloves and her own brunette tresses in a fighting ponytail of her own.
R1: All Emily for first minute and a half. She's grinning...weight forward on left (front) foot...left elbow hinged at her hip, that left hand swaying side to side waist-high...right hand cocked and ready at her chest. VanCamp erupting from this coiled stance - sudden lead right hands to Kira's face and forehead; vicious catspaw hooks off the hip. From a standing start - Emily pouncing in or out - firm, tanned body electrifying in execution. Kosarin comparatively rudimentary: after catching clout upstairs, she's got dukes up at eyebrows - crouching her way forward - pawing the jab to locate Brit. Down the stretch, stubborn Kosarin's inched her way into range - swinging a fat right hand to Emily's ribs; hooking Emily's tits. VanCamp punched off her stance, firms, digs in, answers. Crowd-pleasing shoulder-to-shoulder slugfest to the bell - girls shrugging away in tight, being beefy with each other. Kosarin holds her own: both women absorbing bashing, compact wallop in the trenches.
R2: Similar stuff. Midring and early - it's Emily dominating with that menacing, forward-lean and supple, springy punches. Kosarin grimly wading through it - blocking shots, crouching, until she can find Emily's ribcage with right hands. VanCamp eventually engaging toe to toe - digging back into Kosarin's midsection; flurrying to Kosarin's breasts; clouting her jawlines. Kira eager to trade, shrugging off Emily's tidy bombs to land heavy leather in return. VanCamp takes the round, but her corner's already on her to stay springy, stay outside, and dominate with reflexes.
R3: Kosarin forward with confidence: she's eating VanCamp's sudden-pulse lead right hands, but taking them well. Kira releasing only when she's in range, but then getting thick, whacking impact on VanCamp: Emily grimacing as right hands find her flank, or clout her skull. VanCamp back with short right uppercuts inside, then hooks: Kira gobbling, refusing to back up, answering thick and bashing in bruising trade. Emily bumping shoulders, pushing-with, but it's Kira coming forward. Kosarin's powerful hindquarters becoming a factor as stubborn Emily wants to grind out minutes.
R4: Emily bares teeth as she hooks Kosarin's paunch - blonde popping her hips-right, getting into brunette. Kira grunting, but answering: brunette hasn't seen anything she can't handle just yet. Bruising toe-to-toe trade - sometimes VanCamp stepping forward, sometimes Kira. Kosarin's slugging inside a primitive mess of bashing, clubbing strokes thrown with more enthusiasm than technique: sheer willpower and strength making her effective. VanCamp the cuter: she'll give ground to walk Kira onto short uppercuts; she'll swipe and chop and cuff her shots, keeping elbows in and staying sound defensively. Kosarin comes forward through brute force - hammering at Emily's biceps when choicer cuts of blonde are not available. Judges like the fact that Kira's coming forward, but they appreciate VanCamp's supple blend of brawn and cute as well.
R5: VanCamp focused, alert: she knows she's in a fight. Potshotting early from VanCamp from that coiled forward-lean...but when Kira wills herself inside, the girls bump-and-slug. Action packed, but methodical: neither girl wild of sloppy inside - this is good, grunting turn-taking in a phone-booth. VanCamp willing to ease back to lure Kosarin forward into shots: blonde routinely locating brunette chin with uppercuts off either foot, or tight 6 inch right hands. Kosarin bulling-through, savaging VanCamp in response: sturdy blonde badly shaken at times from thick sheets of shellack applied to upperchest, arms, flanks and tummy.
R6: VanCamp scoring potshots early - pivoting around her hooks and lead right hands: she could be shutting Kosarin out if she stayed with this. Kira's relentless pursuit always pays off, however: Kosarin forcing her way to Emily's chest - pushing against VanCamp to engage her pride. Both girls digging in, magnificent glutes straining with effort to hold ground. Shoulders employed like an extra set of mitts as the girls just bump-n'-bang mouth-on-shoulder to bell. Glorious stuff through 6.
R7: Emily continues to pelt away outside, lumping Kosarin up, walking her into shots, but eventually - girls settle inside where the trading is hot and thick. Fighters pushing in - brawny arms writhing to pull at each other's elbows or push each other about. Girls keeping elbows in, tucking punches into willing breadbaskets; clubbing/swatting/cuffing up top. Difference is Emily's slick uppercuts: she's getting right uppies off the right foot - left uppies off the left; just very supple and bendy-backed as she walks Kira in. Kosarin rocked at times, but SO sturdy: even when stunned, her instinct is to push forward and punch back.
R8: Kosarin with a rare swinging right hand from medium range: she catches Emily clean to chin, startling and staggering blonde. Kosarin hops-in, hammers another right upside Emily's head, hooks her mouth as she's toppling backward and VanCamp'S DOWN! Emily blown to her buns at the ropes, blinking in shock: Kosarin smouldering down, dark eyes dancing at the sight of blonde panic. Emily up at 8, woozy, but serviceable: she digs in at apron, crouching forward behind her mitts. Kosarin bull-strong when she's got a girl ropebound: bruising, Frazier-esque bump-n'-slug deployed as Kira batters Emily. VanCamp gritting her teeth, keeping elbows in/dukes up: she's catching hell to either flank, but rolling head-shots well, tying up head-and-elbow for breaks. Emily's savvy pocket-defence and curvy legs see her through: Kira pounds at her blonde, but can't get her out of there.
R9: Grim, grinding attrition. VanCamp frequently shocked to see Kira walking through flush uppercuts to chin: Kosarin picked up HARD at times, but never taking a backward step. Emily sliding off to either side - cute with her shoulders the way she'll dip down, edge into Kira, then pivot-round to turn her. Kira's output dropping as Emily moves brunette feet: savvy blonde execution taking the edge off Kosarin's blunt approach. VanCamp busier - frisking Kosarin's tummy and ribs, walking her into chin-checks, then turning her. A little science going a long way as VanCamp finally shows a little respect. During the break, Lookout! trainer really massaging Emily's arms: Kira's brutal pounding of the limbs causing VanCamp some distress.
R10: VanCamp drills Kira another lead right at the open: flush shot to forehead draws a swinging receipt of rights and lefts from brawny Kosarin. Emily bounding back out of range, then roaming to her right: blonde determined to circle, curve in with power, then get ouf of Dodge. It's the right play: Kosarin following Emily - untutored brunette feet unable to cut off the ring: VanCamp able to initiate or disengage at will. Bell to bell Emily - she tarts Kira up with cutey pie lead rights and swiping hooks - springy blonde legs propelling VanCamp around and keeping her safe. Comes back UD10, Emily VanCamp.
AFTER: What a match - a close victory for the blonde and STILL champion Emily VanCamp, who has her hand raised in victory to the frustration of a fuming Kira Kosarin who is sitting in her corner, chest heaving in and out angrily. Blonde grinning as she pushes her way into Kira’s corner as the ref watches with some consternation as it looks like Em might be going for a victory Walk of Shame. However, to the surprise of many, Emily gives Kira a hug as they exchange some words in the corner. Kira’s cheeks flushing a bit as Emily talks to her, especially as the two separate and Emily gives her a cocky slap on her tush.
Emily beaming as Kira goes to leave, but Emily pushes her back into the corner for a moment and the ref arrives with the golden Bantamweight Title belt. Emily makes her foe watch as the belt is placed around her taut tummy as she beams, sticking out her tongue as she then mouths at Kira: “Not On My Watch.” as the crowd cheers loudly for the match that they’ve just witnessed and for the post-match display. Emily jogs backwards, one hand on her tummy and the other pumping her fist up into the air as she blows Kira a kiss. Kira glares at her for a moment, then stepping out of the ring.
Emily grins, hands on her hips, “It ended up just like I told you it would. But, what did I tell her? I told her she’d be a champ someday. Mark my words - Kira is going to be a champ someday. But not today. Not over me. I’ve made my career on taking down these next big things when they come along. Kira went down like a deflated brunette and I’ve already got my eye on the next brunette I plan to break down. Blondes do it better and I do it best.”
Kira watching on the outside, with her hands on her hips, seeing the victory celebration that should’ve been hers and will be one day. Not today, but soon. Very soon. But, today, the victory goes to the stunning Emily VanCamp, who listens to the crowd chant “E-V-C!” as she mounts the turnbuckle and raises a fist to the sky, pumping her fist in rhythm with the chanting of the crowd, smiling with complete confidence and for today, control of the division!
