BEFORE: "Everyone knows Mish took Rachel's heart ages ago, and no one's seen it since," Emily bleats happily in prefight. "She's a hollow husk of a fighter - a shell: once I put her in the wood-chippah, I'll just shred her up! No worries!" Rachel cool under Emily's boisterous podium rhetoric: Stevens every inch the veteran fighter in appearance. "I'm bigger and stronger that Emily - that's for certain," Rachel contends in rebuttal. "As for my heart, that's for her to find out about, isn't it? She thinks she can simply lather me to sleep, but I've a feeling it won't be that easy for her. Say what you will about Rachel Stevens lads - I come to fight, and I stay in my fights. If Emily thinks she's heading into a shell of a woman, she's going to be terribly disappointed." Em in yellow bikini top; yellow/green horizontally barred bottoms; small yellow mitts; hair in unkempt ponytail with frizzy/curls bangs. Rachel in bra-style navy bikini; frosted locks in tight french twist; small pink gloves.
During R1: Rachel constructive - stepping in a stiff lead left jab; shoveling home a scooping right to Emily's tummy; finishing up the short hook up top. De Ravin punched out of her stance and forced to scamper: Rachel walking blonde girl down throughout first two minutes in methodical fashion. Wheels fall off the Stevens applecart late: she's caught a sweeping right to temple over her extended left...she's stepping in fence post holes: batting series of gleeful De Ravin hooks pelts Rachel ropeside. Blonde girl steps-to, feet widespread, elbows in...she whirls her fists palm-down into Rachel's torso - digging away PIK! PAK! behind elbows; double-whirling the left for two-beat hooks upside the head; leaning in short right hands to chin; cleaning up jug via claw-across hooks. All too much for Rachel - frazzled little beauty in ropes and taking...she finally wilts to all fours, belly panting in and out as Emily lifts mitts and bellows into crowd.
R2: Rachel's eyes: bleak. Stevens attitude: shying away; reluctant. Emily the aggressor, hopping-to Rachel and whirling away - blonde girl keeping elbows close to her hips and just cycling her fists egg-beater style with back and legs providing thrust. Stevens buffetted - face sullen from the constant lather...she's drummed from one end of the ring to the other, just trying to keep covered up during Emily's scouring onslaught. Bell: Emily delighted - raising mitts again and preening for the crowd. Rachel fuming, looking ass-kicked, getting a good rubdown on her stool.
R3: Emily fearless, continues to pour at Rachel. Stevens buffetted early, but firming in middle minute: she's digging in more, crouching down to walk Emily's chest onto a stubby jab. De Ravin's idea is to swamp Rachel with whirling volume - touching Stevens lats/tummy/tits/jawlines seemingly in random torrents. Stevens looking to stand her ground, time the openings, and feed Emily well placed shots body and head. De Ravin carries the round, but Rachel's found her footing, starting to do some effective scoring in the third.
R4: Rachel caught and stunned via sweeping right to chin in opening moments; follow-on lather of whirling lefts and rights pastes Rachel's face side to side, sending her sputtering out of orbit and DOWN TO ALL FOURS! Stevens SO disappointed - more flustered than hurt: she's up well before 10. Upon resumption, Rachel grimly digging into Emily via the scooping right hand to belly, then short-hooking the chin...blonde girl finding plenty of stout British resistance as Rachel disproves theories about her heart with gallant rally off the deck.
R5: Rachel methodically effective...pre-empting Em via the stepped-in, stiff left jab to chest; leaning in close to carry scooping right to tummy; hooking that chin for clean up. De Ravin punched onto her heels, forced to regroup: it's Rachel walking Emily down early. Late the round, disaster for Stevens as she's caught that wide, swinging right to temple again...she baby-steps to her right in confusion, getting her face spanked-back by lunging De-Ravin hook! Emily over to offence - whirling her fists in palm-down lather from elbows-in deployment...Stevens buffetted into ropes, scoured along the apron and DROPPED TO ALL FOURS IN HER CORNER! Emily shouting down at Rachel: "GIVE RACHEL! JUST GIVE!" Stevens blinking, mouth open...she fights off the KO count to stand reeling for her 8. Emily pouncing back in, lathering furiously to bell - ref forced to pull effervescent little blonde of her quarry as Rachel sits in ropes, wrists crossed at her forehead under pelting pressure.
R6: Rachel coming forward behind that committed jab - locating Emily, fixing her position, then scooping her tummy that tuff right hand; hooking that chin on clean up. De Ravin circling away from hard knocks - mouth open, eyes betraying some hurt...Rachel's getting to her! Stevens systematically walking Emily down - leaning in close to carry right hand to midsection, then working from there...Emily unraveling a little as Stevens proves a bully. Down the stretch, Em mouthbreathing, trying to regroup...Rachel steps in a stiff jab to pate, startling Emily, straightening her up: chopping right hand spanks across Emily's face and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! De Ravin dropped to her glutes-and-elbows, blinking up in astonishment. Rachel seething, pounding her mitts together...no sign of quit in Rachel Stevens tonight!
R7: "Li'l Woodchipper" gets it going again - stepping into Rachel, whirling fists like twin rotary egg-beaters, lathering Stevens to ropes. Rachel unhurt by any single shot, but the sheer manic energy a real puzzle...she's butt in ropes; back of her right hand at left eyebrow; back of left hand supporting right elbow as she tilts forward into the storm. Emily's fists like locusts stripping a wheat-field bare - PIK! PAK! PEK! pesky rhythm's sounding out from Rachel's lush ribcage. Bell: Emily helping herself to extra - ref forced to pull her off with a gut wrench around the waist from behind.
R8: Rachel won't be swamped! Stevens regroups on her stool, gets back to stepping in that pre-emptive left jab...once Emily's been touched, she'll wait her turn, allowing Rachel to work. Stevens compact - chin tucked, elbows in...she's stepping-to, getting off from close ranges, getting buns and back into the leverage. Emily slugged out of her positions and walked down...blonde girl frowning/pouting, unable to have her way as British girl dictates terms in brawny fashion.
R9: Emily whirling away - when she's first, she can keep Rachel under wraps. Stevens scoured to ropes and worked over: little blonde woodchipper never stops working - always digging/slapping/chipping away on Rache. Stevens unhurt, but unable to respond...her buttocks spend the bulk of the round riding ropes, her body bearing the brunt of the punishment. Bell: Emily seething, nostrils flaring - she chests up to get big on Rachel - forcing ref to intervene once again.
R10: Hammer and tongs trading midring as Rachel bravely elects to take Emily's punches flush in order to land something in return. Blonde girl a little whirlwind with her elbows in close - she'll twirl multiple hooks with the left hand; dip torso-right to fit palm-down rights into Rachel's left-side lats; rip meanspirited little left uppercuts inside to scrub at Rachel's face. Rachel trying to stabilize with an extended left, then lean into Emily with short right hands...good thumping clout occasionally enough to force De Ravin to reset. Bell: both girls still punching mindlessly away...goes to cards, comes back UD10 Emily De Ravin.
AFter: "YEAH!" Emily shrieks as her hand is raised - she immediately crosses in front of the ref to get in Rachel's face, forcing the official to separate little battlers. Stevens outworked on the night, but reports of her heart being diminished seem greatly exaggerated - she comes off the canvas several times to compete all night long with a feisty, rejuvenated De Ravin.
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