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22 March 2013 Emma Watson vs Emma Stone

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Posted by simguy on March 22, 2013, 9:30 am

BEFORE: "To me," Stone smiles in prefight, "Watson's the kind of girl you punch out on the way to getting what you want. What Jennifer Lawrence is to the bigger girls, I am to sub 120...Watson's just not in that league. I'm sure she's plucky - she seems to be in shape, but it's not going to matter. The fists that conquered Lindsay Lohan are going to be more than enough to take care of EmWat!"

Watson scowling, very much a girl on a mission at podium. "Stone's been very vocal about my credentials thus far," Watson says in clipped tones at dais, "but she's mum about her own. I see no reason to fear her. In fact, I see no reason to respect her. She has struggled in every contest she's ever had, and for her to include herself alongside women like Johannson or Lawrence is, quite frankly, laughable. I shall compete with - and beat - this woman. Profoundly, comprehensively and with conviction!"

Stone in black bandeau bikini; small black gloves; lush copper-coloured curls long and loose. Watson in black bikini with small ring connections hip and jug; small black gloves; light brown hair back in prim puncher's bun.

During R1: Stone sorts out Watson's face with a brace of chippy jabs - redhead just extended left hand and scuffing away, forcing Watson into defensive bob. Watson lunging up out of crouch, falling short with rising left uppercut and swinging right as Stone weaves back onto right (rear) leg; redhead back in with a quick left/right pik-pak against Watson's face in receipt. Watson takes a moment to regroup...while she stands there in earmuff, Stone steps in lanky, swinging a limber, low-slung left hook wide to flank, parking it in thick beneath Watson's right elbow. Good thumping contact has Watson cringing forward: Stone reloads, feeding Watson another healthy, limber-limbed left hand lash in behind right elbow CHUP! Watson grimacing now, feeling Stone to the body, answering back in kind: EmWat rising from crouch to fit left uppercut to breadbasket; bobbing to reload; hooking Stone behind right elbow with the same low-slung, whacking delivery. Stone jabs jug; lashes the slinging left to waist/hip again; covers up to take the same in kind from Watson. Back and forth from there - nubile girls in relaxed stances, stroking one another heavily behind respective right elbows, jabbing smartly in spots, saving the coiled right hands for just the right occasions.

R2: Grim determination on Watson's face as she goes at Stone methodical. English girl ranging-in with the jab; slinging the rubber-hose left hook wide behind right elbow; bobbing to slip receipts, then chipping the pesky left uppercut to brush Stone back. Stone frowning, trying to renegotiate, but Watson's really sinking in thick body shots - willowy left hands landing loud behind right elbow, softening up redhead chassis. Stone circling to her left, looking to buy time: Watson features a stiff straight right to face, neatly driving redhead backwards/cutting off ring. It's Watson walking Stone down; jabbing Stone into defensive front; dipping and licking her low-slung, supple left hands thick and thumping to waist/flank...Stone ashen-faced, grumpy pulling away, clearly hating the surprisingly heavy touch of Watson downstairs.

R3: Stone changes tack - approaching with hands high/palms out, then stepping in a stiff left jab to face; hesitating on the spot; feeding Watson an extra left jab from extended arm position; leaning away onto right (back) leg while check-hooking with palm-down delivery as Watson's issuing receipt. Watson confused, bobbing on the spot...Stone needles her that extended jab, scuffing the pate once, twice. Stone hops in-stance to her right - left hand still extended...she's pin-pricking Watson the poke - scuffing her, distracting her with it. When Watson finally backs off to regroup, Stone hops-to, jabbing-pate, then slinging a whippy right wide to lats. Weight on left (front) leg, Stone whips the wide, supple left hook to liver, slapping it in thick behind right elbow. Jab in the mouth pre-empts Watson as she's trying to set...Stone able to shift counterclockwise and set up the pattern all over again. Hard knocks for EmWat - some harsh licks wide to either flank, in amongst a steady stream of chippy, pesky, knocking touches for shutout. Bell: Stone giving Watson a cocky glare, as if to say "now we're doing it my way."

R4: Watson adopting Stone's stance and approach - both girls employing chipping attrition via sticky jabs/chopping right hands up top; whacking shellack deployed wide n' rangy to waistlines/flanks. Grunting intensity from both women - pale bodies pinking up hot under bruising touches; fighters pushing at each other's shoulders to reset - pace busy, but methodical, patient. During the break, both girls flushed, breathing hard - cheeks're rosey, mouths're open - faces bearing the shiny patina of punishment through 4 classy heats.

R5: Back at it: fighters intense, alert - Stone showing high earmuff, using legs to skirt the ring: Watson the aggressor by default. EmWat dutifully whittling away on Stone's guard one-two, then committing downstairs: succulent, strapping left hook lashes really thumping home with authority. Stone's long legs taking it well, but she's grumpy behind her mitts, wincing while taking, then stepping away without answering. Watson's best round sees her walking Stone down, punishing her with consistent body-strap; keeping her covered up with pesky strafing attacks up top.

R6: Break time over for Stone: she outjabs Watson midring, taking back the initiative; digs thick, strapping licks waist/flank via that rubber-hose left hook. Watson cringing, whining upon receipt...she's hurting, but refusing to crater, issuing stubby left uppercuts when Stone tries to push-forward; trading hot-tossing lefts and rights at close ranges as both girls tighten up stroke. Stone getting the better of both the set-piece body-whacking and the whirling melees, but it's expensive...Watson refusing to suffer a one-way pasting through 6.

R7: Bruising attrition, classy execution, orderly prosecution. One girl covers up earmuff, keeping elbows in while the other rakes the guard up top, then slashes wicked, thick left hooks ribs/waist. Watson in particular also deploying a hateful chopping right high to left-side lats when Stone's stooping forward - EmWat getting her back into the shots, really hacking at torso, then double-digging her left uppercut to redhead sternum. Stone blinking away tears at points, but continuing to do damage - murdering Watson behind right elbow via the willow-switch hook; chop-clouting a tight right hand around Watson's left wrist; working British tummy via right/left hup-hup. Bell: Watson glaring furiously as if to say, "I got the better of you - say that I didn't!"

R8: Same as the 7th - the steady, shellacking pace; smart chipping/knocking/scuffing stuff up top; whipping thump applied to trembling bodies below. Even trading but down the stretch, Stone separates herself via a series of raunchy, side to side wallops - small mitts bouncing off toned midring as Watson cringes in tight earmuff. Watson unable to answer, blinking away tears at bell as Stone forces blazing eye contact.

R9: Stone sets flat footed, determined to jab a hole through Watson's guard, then feed brunette right hands up the middle. It's working...Watson's head starting to jolt back from tart pik-pak - redhead whittling-at-the-pretty on British vixen, bloodying Watson's nose. Watson tries to answer late, but Stone weaves out of range, then back in to chop a sweet right across British chin. Watson stepping in fence post holes at bell, looking frazzled. BREAK: Stone's trainer takes her by the chin, makes serious eye contact and tells her: "Beat her without mercy."

R10: Stone jabbing her way in...Watson hanging back in the pocket, times a right hand over Stone's left, chipping chin and...REDHEAD HURT! Stone's eyes filling with how-could-you tears...she stamping in fence post holes, covering up face in gloves as Watson dips left shoulder, pops hips-right and lashes succulent hooks CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! to hated redhead waist. POOR EMMA STONE! Stone staggering to ropes for support, wincing in pain but firming on apron...Watson closes to finish and HAMMER AND TONGS ERUPTS! Stone pasting away rangy criss-cross left/rights, scouring Watson; Watson taking furious punches across the face without complaint, whipping back cruel roundhouse rights to hip/digging left uppercuts to sternum. BELL: girls're still at it - Watson atop Stone at ropes - fists whirling until ref intervenes. Comes back 1 point duke in heartbreaking fashion...Emma Stone!

AFter: Watson breaking down into emotional tears...one of her best pro performances coming up heartbreakingly short against a now-bitter rival. Stone trembling - obviously relieved to have won - referee separating the women as Stone immediately starts to taunt her foe in the aftermath. "Swept her aside," Stone says - face all shiny/puffy, ribs a tender shade of pink after Watson proved much tougher than expected. "Take the lucky knockdown away from her and it's a one-sided shellacking for me...I think that's the true take-away from this fight. Watson's good for rounds, I'll give her that...fetched her some Lohan-busting body blows all night long, but she wouldn't give me satisfaction. She's got some pride, but it wasn't enough. I'm all the Emma you guys need: Watson can go back to the dorm-fight circuit!"