TAYLOR SWIFT VS KATHERINE MCPHEE 2

Results: Lookout Writing: Franchise

Prefight: "That first fight with Katherine has long been on my mind. I was green and made the mistake of trying to slug with her. Tonight I'll even the score and send a message to Joss and Iggy that I'm no creampuff" states a confident Taylor Swift. "Taylor has come quite a ways from the overconfident rookie I faced a few years ago. However she still leaves her chin exposed time and time again. Tonight I'll have to knock her out again and show the division that I'm no pushover" responds Katherine McPhee. Taylor out first escorted by Jaime Pressly. Swift disrobes to reveal a lemon yellow bikini and matching gloves, short blonde hair framing her face. Kat out next, disrobes to reveal a tight green and white striped bikini, white mitts, hair swept back in a high ponytail. The crowd oohing and aahing at Kat's toned body, McPhee winning the disrobing as Taylor scowls from across the ring. Clear contrast evident from the refs instructions as brawny and voluptous Kat chests up to her tall slender foe.

R1: Taylor quickly working the jab, not making the mistake of trying to slug with Kat, stiching out rapid combinations before retreating to the outside, darting in and out to keep McPhee under pressure. Brunette covering up as she turns midring, dukes at her temples as stinging punches spank off her shoulders, forehead, and taut abs. Slender blonde baring her teeth, releasing flurries in quick succession, then sidestepping to lather her foe. Kat unable to plant her feet and mount much offense, Taylor all smiles as the bell sounds, slamming her left mitt into brunette backside winning a scowl from her foe.

R2: Kat's physical advantage evident from the start as she eats a flurry of blonde jabs before working her way inside and slamming straight rights into Taylor's breasts, spooking her into covering up as she feints high before spanking her flanks with leather. Swift legging the perimeter as she regains her composure, working behind her jab and legging away once McPhee tries to close the distance. Blonde sidesteps to her right as a hook sails above her shoulder, countering with a pair of uppercuts that skid up brunette rack and slam into Kat's chin as the big brunette babysteps backwards. Taylor slinging jabs to the belly and breasts as McPhee covers up, using her legs to pivot around her vexed foe and finding a home for her straight right jabs around Kat's lovely brown eyes, left eye beginning to swell as Swift darts in and out, denying her foe a pitched battle.

R3: Taylor moving forward confidently, ducking beneath a brunette jab and missing with a left hook, Kat feeds her a counter right followed by a left uppercut that drops a stunned Taylor to her backside! Swift shaking her head in frustration, beating the count at seven, legs still wobbly as Kat works her way inside. Big brunette showing her foe up with supple movement, batting jabs against her guard, sidesteps a right hook and detonates a left hook on blonde temple that sends Swift falling backwards against the ropes, Taylor's backside lands on the bottom rope, mitts draped above the top rope as McPhee charges forward, Swift wrapping her arms around Kat's sweaty lower back, holding on for dear life until the ref breaks them up. Brawny brunette punishing her girl on the ropes, beating her shabby as Taylor holds on to the bell.

R4: Kat darting out of her corner, spearing a squealing Swift into her own corner and throwing punches from every angle. Taylor's back pressed against the turnbuckles as she covers up earmuff, stooping forward, hating McPhee's punishing bodyshots. Blonde fighting for survival leaning her left shoulder in, loading up and pelting away at brunette ribs. Kat stooping forward to provide a smaller target clubbing away at blonde belly and breasts, but also starting to scuff up Taylor's face with sneaky right hooks. In the final minute Swift is staggered by a flurry of hooks to the breasts and chin, spinning into the ropes as she covers up earmuff giving up her body as Kat chugs away.Brunette leaning in with her head and burying shots into blonde belly button beats her belly like a drum without mercy, but she can't seem to put her girl. At the bell Taylor is sobbing gently behind her mitts, scowling as she makes her way back to her stool, easing herself down gently as Jaime tends to her roasted body.

R5: Taylor won't quit, still dazed from the previous rounds beatdown she goes back to her bread and butter, peppering Kat with rapid jabs as she works her way inside, leaning in to snuggle as McPhee hurls punishing lefts and rights. Swift fighting valiantly, slowly muscled to the ropes by Kat, big brunette keeping her mitts at her ears, elbows pressed against her flanks as Taylor leans down on her, pressing her head against McPhee's guard while bouncing shots off her shiny flanks and belly, punishing shots sending tremors through Kat's toned body, winning a pained sigh from a shocked McPhee. Kat answering back, unable to supress her girl, sneaking the occassional shot through Swift's guard but she's unable to get any real mustard on it, quickly bringing her mitts back to protect her chin.

R6: Swift working her way forward, spearing Kat's breasts with rapid jabs, McPhee lowering her head, ducking beneath a jab and slamming into her foe's breasts sending a slapping echo throughout the arena. Taylor in shock, stumbling on her heels: she's ashen-faced, as brunette begins to pepper her jugs, clinching desperately as she seeks to retreat to the open ring after the refs break. McPhee denying her any reprieve, winning the battle for position and ensnaring her foes left hand, staying just busy enough to keep the official at bay, helping herself to blonde belly. Taylor able to wrestle her left free and torque her body just enough t slam a hook into Kat's right eye forcing her to disengage. Swift follows with a series of rights to the ribs and breasts forcing McPhee to drop her mitts, allowing blonde to snap brunette head back with a pair of left uppercuts, Kat swooning, hands dropping to her sides as Taylor swivels her head with a right hook that sends her spinning around as she hits the canvas! Blonde seething, bodied back by the official as big brunette lands on her side, staring out into the crowd. Kat manages to sit up at six, get to all fours at eight, but collapses back to the canvas as she attempts to rise, lips pursed as the count hits ten! KO 6 Taylor Swift!

Taylor leaps into Jaime's outstretched arms, absolutely beaming as she evens the score. Blonde makes her way to Kat's stool, embracing her foe in a tight hug before beginning the post fight interviews. "Gosh, Kat's still a beast, she really took the wind out of my sails a few times, but I refused to go 0-2 and knocked her out. Down the road I'd love to fight her again. Joss... I'll see you soon."