WEEKEND PPV

Posted by simguy on October 4, 2013, 9:24 am

BEFORE: "There are women in this division who, on their very best day, if the stars align for them, might be able to squeak past me if I come in flat," EVC admits in prefight. "Elizabeth is not one of those women. This fight isn't about competition: it's about me consolidating my dominance at tall-bantam by stamping out another pretender. It's not about whether I'll beat her, it's about how badly I'll do it, what mood I'll be in, how much she'll suffer. Those are the big questions I intend to answer."

Olsen smiling, aggressively unintimidated by Emily's cold stares and harsh words. "I know everyone's just supposed to take a knee and kiss Emily's ring," Elizabeth quips at podium, "but I think I'll pull it off her finger and shove it down her throat instead! Emily's a great offensive talent, but beneath all that ice is a whining little punk. I'm gonna drill down and find that girl - bring her out in the open where everyone can see. I'm here to fight, not take a beating...Emily better get herself on point, or I'm going to pounce all over her!"

Emily in leopard print bra-style bikini; small black gloves; hair in tight battle bun with bangs bracketing face. Elizabeth in black lace push up, yellow bikini bottoms with black bars at either hip; small black mitts; hair loose.

R1: Liz gambling early - lunging for Emily, throwing hard head shots, driving Vancamp ropeside. Emily spooked, showing tight earmuff as she skims ropes, trying to slide to her right: Liz stooping in to double-jab that tummy, then loop righty over the top. Midway through, right hands start chopping through, breaking down Emily's guard, spilling her to corner: Vancamp forced to clinch, face distressed, eyes wincing. Rest of the way a trackmeet as Emily legs the ring - Liz in rangy pursuit...Olsen goes bell to bell on Emily, pummeling Vancamp with lanky aggression.

R2: Emily collects herself - stampeded in the first, she rallies behind that long, piston jab, pumpin' poke from a wide stance, her back (right) heel up off canvas she circles clockwise around her punching. Olsen presenting a supple, slick front - left shoulder pointed at EVC in closed-stance; left hand dangling; right at chest...Liz rolling poke with her shoulder, looking to swipe back sneaky counters. Slick cat-and-mouse midring dominated by Emily's length...Vancamp jabbing and moving, keeping Liz outside/defensive for the most part.

R3: Emily starts imposing will. Establishing that banging jab outside, Em starts dropping in tasty right hands short off the shoulder, then licking a long, lanky hook body or head off the pivot-left. Em's hook a whippy, heavy stroke as she dips her left shoulder, pops hips-right and really lays it in thick: Liz grimacing when smote to ribs, unable to answer back. Emily also showing a pesky palm-down, high arm-angle hook to cuff at Liz while turning her - Vancamp usually chipping these in while keeping weight on back (right) foot. Easy, breezy shutout Vancamp puts mileage on Liz: she's thoughtful, frowning en route to her corner.

R4: Liz elects bravery as her solution - weaving through the lethal Vancamp jab, trying to get close and lash that midsection licking left/rights. Tough road - Emily marking Liz with the jab on the way in; checking her via short right hands; batting hooks against torso even as Lizzie's trying to establish her own work to body. Both girls punch hard to head upon withdrawing - Olsen clouting well in exchange, but the balance of contact belongs to Vancamp. Close, hard fought round, but Emily's digging out the points through 4.

R5: Olsen pressing the pace again, daring the jab to cut her or close her eyes, punching hard right hands over the top, leaping into clean-up hooks as Emily leans away. Vancamp caught repeatedly to face and skull - small mitts bouncing off her head, disorganizing her...by the minute mark, fight takes on more of a brawling, free-swinging rhythm as women assume flat-footed stances and twist into rangy wallops. Midway through, swinging right turns Emily's chin savagely aside, buckling her back (right) leg and VANCAMP'S DOWN! Emily blinking, hurt on her back...she gets up all rickety and swaying, fighting back tears as ref checks her at ropes. ON COMES LIZZIE! Olsen pouncing - Emily forming face-in-gloves, sagging into ropes for support...OH how Elizabeth beats her! Olsen in loose forward crouch, hands at her waist as she dips side to side, slopping the harm to wilting Ems. Liz chopping at the belly, lashing the flanks, sweeping rangy to either Vancamp ear...it's all too much. Emily stumbling into her own corner, cowering under the onslaught...Liz just at her with bared teeth, twisting her lithe frame into shellacking haymakers body and head and THE REF STEPS IN! TKO5 in spellbinding fashion, Elizabeth Olsen!

After: Upset leaves Emily shattered, blubbering in the ref's arms...meanwhile Olsen's climbing corner ropes and pounding her chest in triumph. "Told you there's a whining little punk in there!" Liz gloats in postfight, obviously loving the sight of distraught Emily. "She has the record, but she hasn't faced the quality of opposition I have. That made all the difference, I mean - when she was touching me up, I didn't panic or get down, because I've been put in tough my whole career and I know how to handle my emotions. Soon as I started pasting her, you could see her collapse. I should wrestle this chick as well...I think I could make a nice little cottage industry out of kicking Emily Vancamp's ass, don't you think?"