Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 29, 2016 17:13:59 GMT -6
Taylor Swift versus Shay Mitchell
(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)
BEFORE: Taylor has been on a streak lately, however none of those girls holds a candle to me. Chalke? Rossum? Ancient Cammy D? Look at how badly she's been outclassed by EVC and even Kury, tonight I'm going to send her back to her usual FCBA mediocrity" states a confident Shay Mitchell.
"Tough talk from a B list TV star, at least I've been fighting this year and working my way up the ranks, the best she can do is trash talk some other network star and pray for a shot. Tonight I'll teach her a thing or two" replies Taylor Swift.
Shay out first escorted by Troian Bellisario, rumors have it Troi wants Swift's scalp next. Shay disrobes to reveal a baby blue bikini, matching gloves and boots, long raven hair swept back into a ponytail. Taylor out next escorted by Stacy Keibler, she disrobes to reveal a lemon yellow bikini, matching gloves and boots, short blonde hair loose framing her face. Tensions high during the refs instructions, Taylor scowling down at her foe as Shay glares up at her foe.
R1: Swift marching forward behind the jab, shooting crisp left hands straight to Shay's chest followed by cuffing right hooks. Mitchell weaving and pivoting, blocking most of Taylor's shots as she tries to close the distance. Swift using her legs, quickly darting in to pepper her foes guard before retreating as Shay lunges, trying to answer stinging blonde needling jabs with one game ending shot. Mitchell manages to close the distance as she feins left and traps her girl against the cables, burying her head in Taylor's chest and chugging away to the body, Swift ashen faced, crying out as Mitchell slams a right to the belly button, forcing the big blonde to clinch at the bell. Swift takes the first due to early aggression, but in the PLP corner Troian urging her girl to stay on blonde body and break her down.
R2: Shay's off her stool quickly after Troian's words of encouragement, snapping out rapid combinations of jabs and left hooks, pressuring Swift back to the ropes. Taylor covering up as her back hits the cables, ducks underneath a left cross and begins to slug away recklessly. Wild action midway through as both girls bob, coming out of crouches with thudding shots, but Mitchell times a Swift uppercut, twisting her body into a sweet left hook on the chin. Taylor spins around on impact, jelly legged as she twirls off balance and drops to the canvas! Shay bellowing down as Taylor shakes her head in disgust, managing to rise at seven hurt and in shock. TV starlet coasts the rest of the way, putting punches together, and peppering Taylor's breasts winning a loud whine at the bell.
R3: Shay wanting more of Taylor's lean body, working her way inside behind rapid successions of jabs before punishing her foe just above the hip with buggywhip rights, ducking beneath Taylor's feeble counterpunches and blasting her underneath her elbows as she pulls her hands back in. Loud spanking piks echoing throught the arena as Shay bombards mouthwatering blonde body. Swift mesmerized as her corner screams at her to clinch, pouting as she tilts forward, mitts at her chest as she staggers around the ring, head snapped back at the bell, lips parted, eyes watery as she limps back to her corner, collapsing on her stool as the ref comes to check on her, "Tay do you want to continue?" Swift blubbering yes as her seconds desperately try to find a way to get her back in the fight. Shay upbeat across the ring, laughing as Taylor sags against the cables.
R4: Mitchell quickly rushing her foe as her stool is being removed, slinging slashing left hooks into slender blonde ribs and smirking as Taylor crumples forward. Shay loving the bodywork, systematically breaking down her blonde as she continues to find a home for her brutal hooks and uppercuts to the belly and breasts. Swift ashen faced, crouching behind raised mitts, afraid to move forward to clinch and further expose her aching core to further shelling. Swift chased around the ring as Shay toys with her foe, feining a left hook to the body before slamming a right jab into Swift's nose at the bell, crimson droplets staining her mitts as the ref bodies her back. Stacy screaming at Taylor during the break, urging her to show some fight as she's digging herself a huge hole through five.
R5: Ladies meet midring, Shay oozing with confidence, deflecting blonde jabs with her left mitt before wading her way inside. Mitchell gouging Swift's belly with heartless lather, eyes twinkling as Swift shudders upon receipt, Mitchell slings a high right hook as Taylor ducks beneath, and slams a right hook into her cheek, eyes moist as she takes a stand! Shay temporarily stunned, baited into covering up as Taylor feints a left high before burying a right uppercut to the solar plexus sending Mitchell babystepping in retreat. Swift walks her foe down, eyes blazing as she piles on the hurt, using her left jab to keep Shay at a distance, blasting her guard before spearing her in the belly with quick flurries and retreating to the perimeter. Shay just soaking it up, astonished that Taylor has anything left after the last few rounds.
R6: Taylor working behind the jab, pelting Shay's raised guard and grazing her forehead as she rushes forward at the start, Mitchell eating blonde shots, takes a trio of sharp jabs as she works her way inside, ducks beneath a left hook and slams a right uppercut just below Taylor's belly button as blonde folds forward, Mitchell bodying up, taking advantage of Swift's positioning to body her back to the ropes, long lean legs unable to hold canvas as Shay pins her against the cables, as Taylor attempts to clinch, Mitchell slamming right hooks to the lower back and kidneys as blonde moans in pain, butting her in the mouth with her shoulder as she wriggles her left mitt free and blasts Taylor in the breasts with an uppercut that works it's way through humble blonde rack and detonates on her chin. Swift bouncing off the ropes as Shay spins out of the way, big blonde lurching forward and collapsing to the canvas, mitts trapped beneath her, eyes shut in agony. Mitchell bellowing down, bodied back by the ref who begins the count. Taylor stirring at three, somehow managing to get a grip on the middle rope and rises before nine. Shay wading forward, loading up on a right just as the bell sounds! Taylor saved by the bell as Shay continues to punish her lanky foe.
R7: Taylor visibly broken down, pouting and cringing as Shay works her way back inside, herding her to the ropes as Taylor holds on for dear life, landing sneaky lefts to the ribs and rights to the belly and lower back as Taylor begins to sob gently, Mitchell simply bodying up and punishing her foe, taking delight in blonde misery. Swift takes a knee at the end of the first minute, head bowed as she tries to shake off the hurt as Shay taunts her from across the ring, charging forward after Taylor makes it up at eight, smearing her against the ropes as she seeks to further break her girl down. Sloppy exchange as Mitchell seeks to bust up pretty blonde face, Taylor gritting her teeth, manages to duck underneath a left hook and ensnare Shay's top with her left mitt, twisting her into the ropes and leaning into her girl, long legs finally proving the difference maker as they tumble against the cables before Mitchell's derierre hits the turnbuckles. Taylor manages to turn a short right hand to the solar plexus, catching Shay perfectly as she was looking to clinch, SHAY GOES DOWN! Mitchell in gutshot agony on all fours, Taylor mouthbreathing from the neutral corner, barely standing herself as she glares at her foe who beats the count at seven. Beauties collide boozily midring, taking turns covering up and hurling short sequences of hooks and uppercuts, crying out in pain upon receipt. Shay breaks the tie slamming a left hook to the belly bringing Taylor gurgling forward, loading up on a right uppercut as Taylor ducks beneath and clinches around her waist. Mitchell exhausted, leaning forward onto Taylor's back forcing Swift to take a knee. Ref finally restores order, calling battered vixens forward just as the bell sounds. Both ladies utterly spent on their stools, chests and bellies heaving as they try to shake off the punishment. Taylor knows she's buried on the cards and needs the knockout, fighting back tears as Stacy provides instruction, Shay shaking off Troian's request to leg it out to the end, she wants the knockout badly!
R8: Taylor needs a shove off her stool, setting up at the ropes and waiving her foe in. Shay limping forward, mitts at her cheeks, ladies colliding in Swifts corner as they trade heartless lather with bared teeth, narrowed eyes. Shay slams Swift with a left hook right uppercut combination as she bobs against the ropes, blonde rallying in the pocket, rolls out of the crouch with a left hook that swivels Mitchell's head as her own hook sails over blonde head. DOWN GOES SHAY! Gorgeous starlets head spins, long black hair tossing, as she collapses to the canvas, sprawling on her left side, looking out into the crowd, eyes shut in agony, mouth quivering as she tries to shake off the cobwebs. Mitchell manages to get to her haunches at seven but collapses back into the ropes, tears streaming down her face as she can't beat the count! KO 8 Taylor Swift!
AFTER: Taylor collapsing to the canvas as the ref calls for the bell, breaking down into tears as she fends off a dangerous foe. Mitchell looking down at the canvas as she's helped back to her corner by Troian, Stacy assisting Swift to her stool, Taylor praises her foe in post fight interviews, offering her a future rematch during the FCBA tour in Canada and calling out Troian and Maria Menounos for bouts in the fall.
(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout!)
BEFORE: Taylor has been on a streak lately, however none of those girls holds a candle to me. Chalke? Rossum? Ancient Cammy D? Look at how badly she's been outclassed by EVC and even Kury, tonight I'm going to send her back to her usual FCBA mediocrity" states a confident Shay Mitchell.
"Tough talk from a B list TV star, at least I've been fighting this year and working my way up the ranks, the best she can do is trash talk some other network star and pray for a shot. Tonight I'll teach her a thing or two" replies Taylor Swift.
Shay out first escorted by Troian Bellisario, rumors have it Troi wants Swift's scalp next. Shay disrobes to reveal a baby blue bikini, matching gloves and boots, long raven hair swept back into a ponytail. Taylor out next escorted by Stacy Keibler, she disrobes to reveal a lemon yellow bikini, matching gloves and boots, short blonde hair loose framing her face. Tensions high during the refs instructions, Taylor scowling down at her foe as Shay glares up at her foe.
R1: Swift marching forward behind the jab, shooting crisp left hands straight to Shay's chest followed by cuffing right hooks. Mitchell weaving and pivoting, blocking most of Taylor's shots as she tries to close the distance. Swift using her legs, quickly darting in to pepper her foes guard before retreating as Shay lunges, trying to answer stinging blonde needling jabs with one game ending shot. Mitchell manages to close the distance as she feins left and traps her girl against the cables, burying her head in Taylor's chest and chugging away to the body, Swift ashen faced, crying out as Mitchell slams a right to the belly button, forcing the big blonde to clinch at the bell. Swift takes the first due to early aggression, but in the PLP corner Troian urging her girl to stay on blonde body and break her down.
R2: Shay's off her stool quickly after Troian's words of encouragement, snapping out rapid combinations of jabs and left hooks, pressuring Swift back to the ropes. Taylor covering up as her back hits the cables, ducks underneath a left cross and begins to slug away recklessly. Wild action midway through as both girls bob, coming out of crouches with thudding shots, but Mitchell times a Swift uppercut, twisting her body into a sweet left hook on the chin. Taylor spins around on impact, jelly legged as she twirls off balance and drops to the canvas! Shay bellowing down as Taylor shakes her head in disgust, managing to rise at seven hurt and in shock. TV starlet coasts the rest of the way, putting punches together, and peppering Taylor's breasts winning a loud whine at the bell.
R3: Shay wanting more of Taylor's lean body, working her way inside behind rapid successions of jabs before punishing her foe just above the hip with buggywhip rights, ducking beneath Taylor's feeble counterpunches and blasting her underneath her elbows as she pulls her hands back in. Loud spanking piks echoing throught the arena as Shay bombards mouthwatering blonde body. Swift mesmerized as her corner screams at her to clinch, pouting as she tilts forward, mitts at her chest as she staggers around the ring, head snapped back at the bell, lips parted, eyes watery as she limps back to her corner, collapsing on her stool as the ref comes to check on her, "Tay do you want to continue?" Swift blubbering yes as her seconds desperately try to find a way to get her back in the fight. Shay upbeat across the ring, laughing as Taylor sags against the cables.
R4: Mitchell quickly rushing her foe as her stool is being removed, slinging slashing left hooks into slender blonde ribs and smirking as Taylor crumples forward. Shay loving the bodywork, systematically breaking down her blonde as she continues to find a home for her brutal hooks and uppercuts to the belly and breasts. Swift ashen faced, crouching behind raised mitts, afraid to move forward to clinch and further expose her aching core to further shelling. Swift chased around the ring as Shay toys with her foe, feining a left hook to the body before slamming a right jab into Swift's nose at the bell, crimson droplets staining her mitts as the ref bodies her back. Stacy screaming at Taylor during the break, urging her to show some fight as she's digging herself a huge hole through five.
R5: Ladies meet midring, Shay oozing with confidence, deflecting blonde jabs with her left mitt before wading her way inside. Mitchell gouging Swift's belly with heartless lather, eyes twinkling as Swift shudders upon receipt, Mitchell slings a high right hook as Taylor ducks beneath, and slams a right hook into her cheek, eyes moist as she takes a stand! Shay temporarily stunned, baited into covering up as Taylor feints a left high before burying a right uppercut to the solar plexus sending Mitchell babystepping in retreat. Swift walks her foe down, eyes blazing as she piles on the hurt, using her left jab to keep Shay at a distance, blasting her guard before spearing her in the belly with quick flurries and retreating to the perimeter. Shay just soaking it up, astonished that Taylor has anything left after the last few rounds.
R6: Taylor working behind the jab, pelting Shay's raised guard and grazing her forehead as she rushes forward at the start, Mitchell eating blonde shots, takes a trio of sharp jabs as she works her way inside, ducks beneath a left hook and slams a right uppercut just below Taylor's belly button as blonde folds forward, Mitchell bodying up, taking advantage of Swift's positioning to body her back to the ropes, long lean legs unable to hold canvas as Shay pins her against the cables, as Taylor attempts to clinch, Mitchell slamming right hooks to the lower back and kidneys as blonde moans in pain, butting her in the mouth with her shoulder as she wriggles her left mitt free and blasts Taylor in the breasts with an uppercut that works it's way through humble blonde rack and detonates on her chin. Swift bouncing off the ropes as Shay spins out of the way, big blonde lurching forward and collapsing to the canvas, mitts trapped beneath her, eyes shut in agony. Mitchell bellowing down, bodied back by the ref who begins the count. Taylor stirring at three, somehow managing to get a grip on the middle rope and rises before nine. Shay wading forward, loading up on a right just as the bell sounds! Taylor saved by the bell as Shay continues to punish her lanky foe.
R7: Taylor visibly broken down, pouting and cringing as Shay works her way back inside, herding her to the ropes as Taylor holds on for dear life, landing sneaky lefts to the ribs and rights to the belly and lower back as Taylor begins to sob gently, Mitchell simply bodying up and punishing her foe, taking delight in blonde misery. Swift takes a knee at the end of the first minute, head bowed as she tries to shake off the hurt as Shay taunts her from across the ring, charging forward after Taylor makes it up at eight, smearing her against the ropes as she seeks to further break her girl down. Sloppy exchange as Mitchell seeks to bust up pretty blonde face, Taylor gritting her teeth, manages to duck underneath a left hook and ensnare Shay's top with her left mitt, twisting her into the ropes and leaning into her girl, long legs finally proving the difference maker as they tumble against the cables before Mitchell's derierre hits the turnbuckles. Taylor manages to turn a short right hand to the solar plexus, catching Shay perfectly as she was looking to clinch, SHAY GOES DOWN! Mitchell in gutshot agony on all fours, Taylor mouthbreathing from the neutral corner, barely standing herself as she glares at her foe who beats the count at seven. Beauties collide boozily midring, taking turns covering up and hurling short sequences of hooks and uppercuts, crying out in pain upon receipt. Shay breaks the tie slamming a left hook to the belly bringing Taylor gurgling forward, loading up on a right uppercut as Taylor ducks beneath and clinches around her waist. Mitchell exhausted, leaning forward onto Taylor's back forcing Swift to take a knee. Ref finally restores order, calling battered vixens forward just as the bell sounds. Both ladies utterly spent on their stools, chests and bellies heaving as they try to shake off the punishment. Taylor knows she's buried on the cards and needs the knockout, fighting back tears as Stacy provides instruction, Shay shaking off Troian's request to leg it out to the end, she wants the knockout badly!
R8: Taylor needs a shove off her stool, setting up at the ropes and waiving her foe in. Shay limping forward, mitts at her cheeks, ladies colliding in Swifts corner as they trade heartless lather with bared teeth, narrowed eyes. Shay slams Swift with a left hook right uppercut combination as she bobs against the ropes, blonde rallying in the pocket, rolls out of the crouch with a left hook that swivels Mitchell's head as her own hook sails over blonde head. DOWN GOES SHAY! Gorgeous starlets head spins, long black hair tossing, as she collapses to the canvas, sprawling on her left side, looking out into the crowd, eyes shut in agony, mouth quivering as she tries to shake off the cobwebs. Mitchell manages to get to her haunches at seven but collapses back into the ropes, tears streaming down her face as she can't beat the count! KO 8 Taylor Swift!
AFTER: Taylor collapsing to the canvas as the ref calls for the bell, breaking down into tears as she fends off a dangerous foe. Mitchell looking down at the canvas as she's helped back to her corner by Troian, Stacy assisting Swift to her stool, Taylor praises her foe in post fight interviews, offering her a future rematch during the FCBA tour in Canada and calling out Troian and Maria Menounos for bouts in the fall.
