Posted by Simguy on 4/18/2008, 8:04 pm

Before: Pushing, shoving, scuffling in early photo-shoots as Hilary declares a “No-Hayden Zone” on the stage: natural rivals having a hard time staying civil. “I feel sorry for Hills,” Hayden shrugs, looking sincerely concerned. “She’s obviously just being pushing into big fights to make money rather than moved like a serious fighter. When I was coming up” I didn’t even think about the top 10, I worked at my craft—I fought the Rachel Stevens and Vanessa Hudgenses; by the time I finally got in with Michelle Williams, I was prepared to beat her, not just get paid, poor Hilary probably doesn’t even know she’s being used—that’s the tragedy of this sport.” Duff enraged, blushing crimson at Hayden’s condescension. “Maybe Hayden’s forgotten that I’m he most talented thing Disney ever pumped out,” Duff seethes, “ not her, not Lindsay—me. Nobody’s ‘using’ me—I fight who I want, when I want. And Hayden better get used to seeing me—because I’m gonna be in her grill until everything she’s got right now? It’s mine!”

Duff sporting dark hair for the occasion; scarlet bikini; small black gloves and six pack abs which prove she’s addressed the conditioning issue. Hayden in funky brown bikini—tie-side bottoms  and gold-filigree embroidery around the edges; small white gloves; hair tightly back in headband, pulled to ponytail.

R1: Looks more like MMA stand-up than boxing early: girls jackhammering away straight lefts and rights martial-arts style—heads up straight, faces fielding punches. Hayden drives Hilary back in withering exchange—Duff hits ropes, clinches. In the grasp, girls squirm and writhe: Duff with a nice brawny tugging move twists Hayden into ropes, throws a shoulder into her mouth. Hayden reverses, pushing Duff into ropes, freeing up her right hand to pump at Duff’s tummy. Hayden getting the better of it as girls scrounge and rub inside until ref breaks. Hayden getting the better if it as girls scrounge and rub inside until ref’s breaks: Hayden always aggressively back at it with hard punches to out Duff ropeside. Down the stretch, girls clinches up again: Hilary jerks a short right uppercut in the grasp, finding a lot of chin; Hills doubled the right over top, clubbing it to Hayden’s temple and PANETTIERE STUNNED! Hayden swaying into ropes, legs momentarily frazzled; Duff into her girl with free-swinging roundhouses, pounding points out of Hayden’s ribcage at the bell, ref has to separate’em as Hilary’s chested up and letting Hayden hear all about it.

R2: More of that straight-up, jackhammering MMA style punching midring—Duff scoring heavily on Hayden’s face, driving her back to ropes. Hayden clinches: Duff working hard to wriggle her arms free, then stuff punches into Panettiere’s sturdy midsection or flanks. Hayden grimacing—she didn’t envision her back against the ropes or being big-girled by Hilary: things not going Panettiere’s way early. Duff busy—often tied up around her arms, but she squirms to tuck leather into torso, and works to get more inside right uppercuts onto Hayden’s chin.

R3: Hayden busts out a stubby, stiff jab, knocking Duff’s head straight back, immediately taking initiative. More of a circling, stalking fight develops as Hayden angles to the right, looking to pound left jabs onto Hilary’s mouth. Hills frowning, trying to jab back—giving a good account of herself as Hayden has to accept leather on HER mouth in trade. Down the stretch, girls tummy up: Hayden’s stocky legs stamp and strain, forcing Hilary to ropes. Panettiere salts away the round with shove-and-slug at the apron, fighting out of the clinch, tucking in workmanlike leather to the bell.

R4,5: Hayden starts to separate herself. Stubby jab landing like a powershot, really kicking back Hilary’s head and startling her. Panny circling to either side, pumping stick, then shooting in: she’s generally able to clinch and stamp Hilary to the ropes, mauling and brawling to get her on top. Close-in action on the apron—Hayden’s pushing in. keeping her body on to smother., then releasing feisty punches in bunches—rip[ping at tummy, ribs, and jugs with swishing side to side clobbering-runs. Hayden using her left hand to pull Hilary’s head down for right uppercuts inside: nasty tactic draws warnings, but ruff-stuff discourages Duff as Hayden dominates.

R6:,7: More competitive, two way action rounds—but all fighting takes place at the ropes with Hayden on top and in control. She’s stronger in the clinches—legs and backside stamping and jiggling to keep Hilary pinned down. She’s rougher in the exchanges—paying Hilary back for shoulders in the mouth and drawing warnings for accidental head-scrubbings as she’s working for position on either Duff shoulder. Hilary fighting with bared teeth—straining and slugging her little heart out. she just can’t get her back off the ropes. Girls constantly holding and hitting, tucking leather into excited little tummies, jamming away at flanks, uppercutting each other inside, Constant scrounging work favours Hayden as she continues to whittle away at her foe’s reserves.

R8,9: Hayden joyfully engaging midring—now jabbing Hilary at will, lumping Duff up. Hilary trying to engage with the same jamming straight punches as earlier—but Hayden’s either scooting to the side, or moving her head—changing both distance and level to foil the tactic. Hayden shooting in, wrapping up around torso and stampeding Duff to ropes: Hilary SO disappointed to be getting uprooted and bodied back by her rival. Duff doing good work inside—squirming to fit right uppercuts to Hayden’s chin; digging at Hayden’s chassis—it’s just that Panettiere’s doing all that and then some. Hayden brighten—cheerful as she bullies Hilary to the ropes, ref issues a steady stream of warnings for heads and shoulders to both girls—but it’s just an unintended consequence of the body-closeness. Hayden separating, digging roundhouses right and left to the body at the end of 9, finally doubling Hilary over in pain at the bell.

R10: DUFF WON”T HAVE IT! Stocky legs as the girls lock up midring: Duff finally drives Panettiere to ropes with authority. Chugging rights and lefts to the pit of the stomach best the breath from Hayden: frowning, she ties up around Hilary’s arms, looking for ref’s break. Hilary squirms her right arm free, stuffs it into Hayden’s tummy, then squirts it up in tight, clipping the uppercut to Panettiere’s chin and DROPPING HER TO HER BACK! Short, muscular thrust—Duff just standing up into the shot, picks Hayden up hard and outs her down in a thunderclap, Crowd roaring to it’s feet as Hayden’s got knees up, hands above her head, face twisted in shock. Hilary screaming down at Hayden, getting ready to stomp her tummy as ref wisely moves in. Final minute, Hayden circles the wagons: she’s hurt, wobbly butt—digging in at apron behind a rigid earmuff, Duff summons her game, pours it at Hayden: terrible minute of punishment flows Panettiere’s way as Hilary slams wide right/left roundhouses to the ribcage, then looks to end it with uppercuts as Hayden’s stooping forward. Panny soaks it up like a trooper, makes it to the bell: Duff chests up and shouts: “YOU’RE NOTHING!” into Hayden’s face as Panny tries to rally. Comes back UD10 Hayden Panettiere.

After: Girls still shouting and bickering upon separation—Duff widely outclassed but sending a message at the end that she won’t be dismissed. “She tried to bully me,” Hilary seethes in postfight, “and look where she ended up! on her back! That’s where!” Usually gracious Panettiere stingy with the compliments tonight: “That shot as the end pure luck. She thinks she’s strong, but she’s not Hayden Panettiere strong: who’s tummy was on top all night long? Not hers—that’s for damn sure. She couldn’t get her butt off the ropes, and she’s can’t fight at all when she’s coming forward. Except for those cheap shots she got while she was holding me—she barely TOUCHED me tonight!”

Reposted by Archer 8/1/8/09.