Sienna Miller versus Racheal Leigh Cook

Prefight: “I’ll admit, I didn’t come in at my best when I faced Emma. She trained hard and was the better woman that night. I intend to face her again in a few months when I’ve found my bearings. In the meantime, I’ve wanted to face Rachael for several years. She was nearly my first opponent when I joined Empire, but the deal fell through over the purse and gloves and I had to settle for Audrina. Tonight we’ll finally see who is the better woman” states an upbeat Sienna Miller. “Sienna was and always will be a coward” responds Rachael. “She whined over getting the smaller purse and wanting bigger gloves. She knew I’d knock her out then, and I’ll do just that tonight” snarls a confident Rachael Leigh Cook.

Rachael out first, disrobing to reveal a black bikini top and red trunks with matching crimson gloves and boots, short black hair framing her face as she paces in her corner. Sienna out next escorted by Jaime Pressly and Kate Hudson, the veteran blonde disrobes to reveal a white bikini top with matching trunks, gloves, and boots, short blonde hair swept back in a ponytail. Both girls eager to get things going, slamming their mitts together after the refs instructions as they await the opening bell.

R1: Rachael flies out of her corner at the bell, backing Sienna back with a booming overhand right and jabbing her back to the ropes. Miller covers up earmuff as Cook pelts her belly and flanks with quick jabs and short hooks. Rachel bellowing out as she pounds away at her foe, taunting her to throw back as Sienna pulls her forward and attempts to wrap her left around the brunette to drag her in for a clinch as Cook squirms free and blasts the blonde in the mouth with her right elbow in reprisal following up with an off balance left hook that just misses Miller’s forehead. Sienna quickly capitalises on her foe's overeagerness as she peppers her in the forehead with a pair of fencing jabs, dipping to sample her belly as the brunette covers up, slowly taking over in the final moments of the round as Cook bobs and weaves from the outside, unable to navigate around Miller’s reach as the bell sounds to end the first.

R2: Rachael frowning, frustrated as she fails to overwhelm her blonde at the start of the second, Sienna hurling a hailstorm of jabs from a wide stance before retreating to the perimeter as soon as Cook looks to be closing the distance. After a minute of pursuit the brunette charges her way inside, eating a stiff left jab to the forehead for her efforts as she’s momentarily dazed, setting her up for a compact right uppercut that blasts her in the chest, followed by a left hook that swivels her head and sends a shimmy through her legs. Brunette in bad shape as she desperately covers up in the neutral corner, right hand at her cheek, left just beneath her right elbow as she leans against the turnbuckles, desperately trying to ride out the storm. Blonde merciless as she turns up the gas, hurling a pair of hooks off Rachel’s guard, dipping beneath a sloppy left as she slings a buggy whip right hand just above the brunette’s trunkline, bringing Rachael gurgling forward. Cook somehow manages to get her arms around Sienna’s belly to keep herself from going down, struggling to stand as she pushes her foe backwards, Miller wrapping her right around Rachel’s head as she gives ground, bringing the official forward to pry them apart as the brunette struggles to free herself from a headlock, both starlets sloppily flailing away with their left hands as the ref finally pries them apart at the ten second warning. Sienna taunting her foe, punishing her with a straight left to the nose bringing a slow stream of crimson droplets pouring down the brunette’s nose as the bell sounds to end the second. Rachael irate, standing between rounds as she seethes looking for payback.

R3: Rachael snarling as she slams her mitts together at the bell, eager to work her way inside and wear down her foe's body as she stays low, covering up to absorb the sting of Sienna’s jabs as she slowly herds her to the ropes. Once she has her girl in place Cook evades a high hook before answering back with a clubbing left of her own that wins a wince from Miller as she squirms in the pocket, unable to retreat as the brunette shoulder bumps her in the mouth as she attempts to pivot to the left, forcing the blonde to take a set on the ropes as Rachel smothers her and pounds away. Sienna taking the majority of Cooks hateful lather off her flanks and mitts, taking a seat on the turnbuckles as Rachael batters her senseless, folding forward in agony as the brunette snaps a hook off her solar plexus, flying backwards like a jack in the box as Cook launches her upwards with a left uppercut that nearly sends her over the top rope, ref looking on closely as Rachael slugs away, chest heaving as she slowly tires. Miller battered into a stupor, but she’s somehow able to evade a night ending right and locks Cook in a clinch. Both girls punch drunk or punched out as they struggle along the ropes, tapping half hearted hooks off opposing flanks as the ref pries them apart at the bell.

R4: Both girls breathing heavily at the start of the fourth, meeting mid ring before leaning in cheek to cheek as they trade short punishing bursts to opposing bellies and breasts, neither girl giving ground as they seemingly hold each other up, making what could be their last stands as they chug away, grunting on delivery and whimpering on receipt as the crowd eats it up. After ninety seconds Sienna begins to win the war of attrition as the veteran blonde takes a left hook to the ribs and responds with a brutal right uppercut that detonates on Rachel’s chin and sends her staggering backwards into the ropes. Cook in bad shape, head lolling, gloves at her chest as Sienna hurls a hateful right hook that swivels the brunette’s head and drops her face first to the canvas! Miller bellowing down at her foe before being bodied back by the official. Ref not bothering to count as Rachael snoozes on the canvas, waiving it off as Sienna raises her right to the crowd. KO 4 Sienna Miller!

Post Fight: Sienna upbeat, heading to Rachael’s corner as the brunette slowly comes to on her stool, Cook looking up in terror, expecting the worst as Miller embraces her and whispers something in her ear. “It was great to finally face Rachael, and get the win. She nearly had me in the third, and by then, it was clear that this fight wouldn’t be going the distance. We might lace them up again down the road, but for now I’m going to focus on the next two to three years as I want to settle a few scores and surpass 55-70 wins. Shahi, Liv, Lindsay, Lacey, I’ll see you all soon.”