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1 March 2014 Shay Mitchell vs Olivia Munn

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Posted by simguy on March 1, 2014, 9:04 am

BEFORE: "Two things about Shay Mitchell," Munn says in prefight. "One, she was life and death with Laura Vandervoort - a girl I would toy with in the ring. And two, Shay took the beating of a lifetime from Laura, and PLP handlers are letting Mitchell follow up with ME. That's just insane. Shay's gotta be hinky after a fight like that. Tender-bodied. Filled with doubts. You gotta baby a kid after a belting like that - feed her a couple of confidence-boosters. Putting damaged goods in with Olivia Munn is how you ruin a girl!"

Shay rolling her eyes at Munn's assessment - eagerly taking the podium in rebuttal. "You ever notice how ladies in their 30s are super-concerned with 'mileage'?" Shay snarks, causing Munn's lips to part in shock at the 'tude. "I'm sure Olivia would've asked to be babied after the war I waged with Laura...and I'm sure Laura herself will be taking a little time to recover. Me? I bounced right out of bed the next morning and hit the gym. I'm not worried at all about facing the toughest and best at bantam. I relish the challenge. I shake off punishment, and I look for more collisions, because I can. Maybe when I'm ancient and creaking with arthritis, I'll be a little more selective with my fights. Right now though? I just ask where the signature line is and leave the reading-stuff up to my people."

Shay in royal blue push up bra; sporty stretch-cotton panties in horizontal bars of blue and grey; white gloves; long black hair in loose curls. Olivia in black push up bra; sporty stretch-cotton panties in horizontal bars of red and black; black gloves; long black hair straight. Asked to touch 'em up, Olivia makes a point of POUNDING her gloves down onto Shay's knocking them into Mitchelle's thighs, then stomping away all angry-butt.

R1: Olivia scoot-stepping to midring - left hand extended to find Shay, then Munn's slotting in the right cross, turning Mitchell's chin! Shay beaten back to ropes by a series of driving clouts, finally answering a left/right to chin, stopping Munn's assault. Olivia re-jigs with dukes at mouth, hooking Mitchell's rack: girls trade stubby right hands in close, then hooks, each landing HARD to face. Toe to toe brawling - Munn determined to reduce Shay in the pocket, but after a hard minute of slugging, Mitchell moves forward in walking-barrage! Munn catching clout head and breasts - Shay just teeth-bared, wading forward, smiting away in tightly curled side-to-side punching with thumbside-up delivery. Midring, Munn's back (right) leg seizes up...she's stumble-bumming, momentarily wobbly butt, forced to clinch! Ref's break...Munn watery eyed, blinking...Shay wades in all exotic-on-a-mission - touching Munn's pate the jab, then railing her the long right cross. OLIVIA belted back to ropes in astonishment - lips parted, eyes stunned...she's facing into right hands, getting shelled, then tying up around Shay's hips to cuddle. Mitchell grimacing when she's tummy to tummy in clinch - pushing Olivia's face and breasts to get separation, then slamming away to glory! Munn in survival mode the entire last minute - catching wallop at ropes; leaning in to tie up...Mitchell shows good strength/ferocity in pushing her way out and pouring on the harm to bell.

R2: Girls wade in all chins-tucked, fists cocked at chests. Olivia bends in and down with a monster overhand right, flattening Shay's right ear to her shoulder as Mitchell's right misses over the top. Come-back hook bashes Shay's breasts. Sweeping right takes Shay heavily to left flank. Mitchell absorbing Munn's heaviest blows...pretty little puncher staggering under the assault, stumbling to her right - she's just trying to keep hands up and feet braced. Munn stalking, gambling...she's willing to trade right hands with the kid, ducking in and down to get under Shay's punch while Munn's crashes home again and again. Mitchell wobbly-butt, staring in hurt, but regrouping again and again: this ain't Jennie Garth Olivia's teeing off on. Olivia showing her maturity - realizing Shay's hurt but not ready to go...Munn careful with her distance, never falling in; disciplined with her tempo, never punching herself out. Just a steady diet of crashing wallops to head; strapping licks to left-side lats; romping hooks to jug. Bell: Shay frazzled, disheveled, wobbling off-line en route to her corner...Mitchell showing tremendous pride in not taking a knee, but paying the pride-price as well.

R3: Munn making a point of rushing in on Shay, tackling her to ropes, mauling and bumping on the inside until ref's break. Resetting midring, Olivia steps to her right, feinting now, getting groggy Shay to flinch. Mitchell turning, game to slug...girls get into a dangerous rhythm of hard-swinging rights, followed by torquing hooks. Crowd roaring at the commitment - beautiful brunettes bending in with power, each looking to end the other. Midway through, Munn with left hand curled in tight to her jab bends into a wicked overhand right that misses...both girls try the hook, but Munn's unleashes from the cocked position at her jaw as she's twisting torso-right...horrific contact with Shay's chin made as Mitchell's wider left sails. Sickening head-swivel for Shay; heartbreaking descent as she collapses down onto her heels, then sprawls onto her back all loose-limbed and glorious. KO3 in devastating fashion has the crowd shouting in horror at the force of Munn's blast.

AFter: Cringe-making sight of Shay sprawled on her back, head tilted slightly to her right, but her eyes open, looking off into space. Olivia nodding smugly despite her own damage...treating herself to a brazen strut through the PLP corner en route to her own. "BECAUSE THAT'S HOW I ROLL!" Munn bellows on the mic in post-fight. "Puttin' bytches to SLEEP baby! Give Shay credit - most girls look to run and gun on me, but Mitchell wanted to punch it out tonight. Hit me a few good licks, I won't deny it, but she signed up to fight my fight and you saw the results. Nobody trades with me and finishes the fight. Nobody. You got your cutie-pies and dream-boats at bantamweight - your fancy-pants sorceress types and your snooty foreign imports, but when you get down into the trenches with Olivia Munn, you're looking at one outcome: me standing; you lying down all spasmy and jittery from punches you couldn't handle. Man, I don't want to hear about Claire Danes or Aly Michalka - don't give me no Olivia Wilde or Britney Spears or Emily Vancamp. There's only one bantamweight name worthy of the title 'elite' and baby, you are lookin' at her right now!" Mic-drop - Munn strutting away all cocky-grins and challenging eyes, daring anyone within earshot to debate her status.