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4 January 2014 Caity Lotz vs Emily Rose

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CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on January 4, 2014, 11:24 am

BEFORE: "Have you heard Caity's 'best-ever' BS?" Rose asks in prefight. "Oh my GOD it pisses me off. She's had like two fights against easy girls, and she's comparing herself to Britney Spears? Total garbage. Lemme tell you something: any comic-con circuit girl could beat any FCBA regular, on any given day. I'm out there slogging for peanuts, fighting really tuff girls, but you don't hear me blowing my own horn. I may not be the best fighter in the division, but I'm PLENTY good enough to step into this girl's kitchen and kick her ass!"

Caity not backing down from her own glowing self-assessment - relishing the challenge of a fired-up Rose. "It's not bragging if you back it up, and I have," Caity shrugs at podium. "I'm not going to pretend to be something I'm not, just to make other girls feel good about themselves. I'm better than Emily-Rose class competition and I'm okay saying that out loud. You guys should be okay printing that. And she should be okay admitting that once I've tuned her up!"

Rose in tight black stretch-cotton tank and panties; tawny-blonde hair in long unruly curls; black gloves. Caity in grey stretch-cotton tank and panties; hair in irresponsible curly-tangles; black gloves. Girls pouting up a storm during ref's-instruction - both just furious, anxious to start punching.

During R1: Emily hopping into Caity with a stout, stubby right to tits; stubby left to chin; stubby right to chin...Lotz chased back to ropes as Rose bulls forward. Rose piles in close, her head under Caity's chin while hands plunder Lotz' belly hup-hup-hup...Caity grimacing, pushing Rose off by her shoulders, only to take a swatting hook across the chin/chopping right to head and Rose is back inside, vandalizing Caity's ribs/tummy. Lotz pouting, frowning - she's absorbing punishment, then lowering her shoulder, pushing Rose off, only to see Emily slug her way back inside. Bell-to-bell Rose - no nonsense pressure beating at the torso, arms, tits and head of her foe - Caity blocking and rolling best she can, but it's all Emily through 1.

R2: Caity trying to give Rose a little side-to-side movement, looking to shake pursuit, but Emily very disruptive. Rose bobbing on approach, issuing abrupt stubby-jabs; bob-and-hopping in with lead hooks to chin; swinging over-hand rights to face, spooking Caity even if they don't land. Pressure drives Lotz to ropes, where she sets up in closed stance: left shoulder pointed at Rose; left across her gut; right at her left cheek. Rose attacking the presented left shoulder, hooking wide to breasts; crowding close to jam stubby right hands to head; bodying up to smear Lotz ropeside, disorganizing Caity's front. Lotz getting roughed up, absorbing thudding abuse to ribs/tummy, but she's getting off in spots - trimming Emily the sneaky little right uppercut; throwing a rugged little left shoulder/elbow into Emily's tits, bumping her out of position. Rose takes what she must to stay on top, diligently beating Caity's arms and hips when choicer cuts of beef aren't available.

R3: Caity determined to stay off the ropes this round, engaging Rose midring. Girls pate to pate, each taking turns reaching in under the other's arms, walking her back a step, then smiting her stubby. Rose loving the terms - energetically writhing inside with Caity; shoving short, thudding body punches home with either hand; happily receiving the same in receipt. Shoulder-to-shoulder brutality, girls grinding it out, getting their backs into short, shocking shots with no backswing, bashing away tits and head in grim turns. Bit by bit it's Rose: Emily working Caity to ropes; reaching left arm under Caity's right while pressing left shoulder to Caity's tits; slugging her short right hands to head from there. At the bell, Lotz is butt-in-ropes, hands at temples, looking frazzled as Emily's getting off like a blacksmith, smashing away at the defences.

R4,5,6,7: Grim, grinding repetition, one round bleeding into the next as Emily besieges Lotz along ropes/in corners. Caity never shutout - she's cute off the ropes, keeping hands at her temples, rolling shots, then swatting back in spots - often pursuing her lips and exhaling with a hiss as she shoe-shines Emily's face or tits. Rose relentless - occasionally buffetted onto her heels whereupon she forms crossed-arm front with back of right hand at chin/left at right elbow, crouching forward into the storm until Caity covers up/sits back into ropes again. Rose workmanlike, her left hand pulling Caity's right down, then drifting Lotz a short right cross between the eyes. Right hand then pulls Caity's left down and a short Rose left chops Caity's face. Jagged little right uppercuts pick up Caity's chin. Constant bumping left shoulders/extended left elbows nudging and pestering, keeping Caity ropebound. Pumping hup-hup-hup combos roll against Caity's firm gut, then Emily will surprise out wide with a swinging left behind the Lotz right elbow, or a bashing right to skull. Short, snapping punches bounce off Caity's biceps, numbing her arms. On and on and on - no one punch rocking Caity, but the sheer minute-by-minute accumulation hammering a drowsy look of shabby resignation onto her pouting face. During each break, Caity's grumpy, sullen, increasingly busted up and disheveled: Emily's body language on her stool much more upbeat, eyes brighter, attitude more eager as she's piling up the points through 7.

R8: Caity punching effectively off the ropes, catching Rose a slashing slap-chop right; a ripping left uppercut; a slapping left hook across the mouth...Rose startled into a bobbing crossed-arm, allowing Lotz to spin off the ropes. Caity moves to midring for the first time in ages, using the jab, hopping to her left. Rose bobbing, trying to bob-and-hop into compact, slamming power shots but coming up short: Caity's on her toes now, fighting her fight for the first time tonight. Emily settles down late, using her stubby-jab to get close, then engaging, but Caity's in charge, walking Rose in and lighting her up in trade.

R9: Hot-tossing two way as women trade clobbering rights and lefts midring - Lotz willing to stand toe-to-toe, though she's bending at the waist/pivoting counter-clockwise around the front (left) foot. Glorious stuff - girls just bashing away with short, muscular shots - plenty of back and shoulder behind 'em - mitts bouncing off brawny shoulders; slamming to a halt in firm bodies; cracking loudly across puffy faces. Down the stretch, Lotz with a cute little slide-step back opens a gap; Emily falls forward into it; Caity picks her up the bolo right uppercut off the back (right) leg; hooks tits as Emily's right foot slides forward; kisses her an extra swinging right across the mouth and ROSE GOES DOWN! Emily's legs lock up as she crashes to her back...furious pouting glare from Caity as she's stomping past Syfy rubble. Rose up blinking and hurt, but forming rugged earmuff at apron - bell sounds before Lotz can apply the finishing touches.

R10: All Caity Lotz - she's picking apart a game, but desperately hurt Emily Rose midring. Lotz flat-footed, but executing nimble clockwise pivots around her left (front) heel. Caity's elbows in, right at her chin, left a little lower...she's feinting Rose, hitting the sudden lead right chop; feinting then hooking, pivoting clockwise around the clout. Emily bobbing on the spot - right at left shoulder/left under right elbow...she's out on the end of Caity's punches, taking a pasting. Bell to bell Caity - good smiting contant made, but Lotz can't get into Emily's legs. Comes back UD10 Rose.

AFter: Caity shellshocked, pouting, disheveled, sporting a nasty shiner on her left eye...little dose of humility for a very talented starlet as she gets outworked by a no-frills comic-con veteran tonight. "Girls aren't special when they're getting worked over," a lumped-up, well-touched Emily smiles in postfight. "That's the thing. We know Lotz has class, so it was all about getting to her chest, fighting in between her shoulders, smothering her talent. I feel so stupid for getting caught late - that was just a let down on my part. If I'd held my focus, fought my fight, I could've given Caity a 10-0 rout tonight, and that's very satisfying. You know, maybe I should get a Chloe Bennet, fight. Maybe I should be in with Holt and Piper P. Whatever Caity's getting, I should get a piece, right? I earned that right tonight."