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23 July 2010 Summer Glau vs Ashlee Simpson

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Posted by simguy on 7/23/2010, 9:39 am.

BEFORE: Simpson having fun - raking in opportunistic coin with a range of "Spears Slayer" caps, cowboy hats, and tshirts...she's confident of victory over Summer G. "Glau's a consolidation fight," Ashlee shrugs, parroting her management by rote. "I hammered Jamie Lynn - now I'll follow up with a showcase, and really build my brand. Nobody saw me coming, but I'm all that, and then some! Tip for Summer: wash your hair - you look scraggly!" Glau non-plussed, but professional throughout Simpson's grandstanding. "Ashlee may be a clown," Summer allows, "but she defeated Jamie Lynn, and I don't want to be the next upset on her ledger. It's easy to take her for granted because she's so flaky, but I don't operate that way. I fight every girl like she's Eliza Dushku, and hopefully, that means I'm overprepared for most!" Ashley in black sports bra; black/white tartan plaid bikini bottoms; black suede boxing moccasins with fringes (cut just below calf); black mitts/copper ringlets long and loose. Summer in pea green sports bra; baby blue bikini bottoms; black gloves; hair long/tangly; feed shod in brown boxing moccasins to mid-calf (fringed). Girls all rangy/gangly/willowy at staredown - looking each other over head to toe.

During R1: Girls lope-to...Summer paws her left to Ashlee's tummy, then curls the left uppercut through; slops a wide right to Ashlee's ear, shifting weight to right leg to curl a supple right uppercut. Sum forms guard - hands at temples, elbows pressed tight against her breasts as Ashlee issues receipt. Simpson: lashing right/left CHUP! CHUP! to taut Glau waistline; right uppercut curls against the forward guard; wide, slapping hook clouts Summer's right ear. Ashley forms a similar peek-a-boo guard - her elbows pressed tight against her body as Summer unleashes. Back and forth...supple, sinewy girls standing directly in front of each other, flat footed, taking turns pasting as the other covers up. Punching is all lanky, licking stuff - girls popping slender hips/bending willowy backs/twisting lithe torsos into lean-limbed shellack. Curious stiff as both are fashioned as leggy boxers: lack of mutual respect turns both into sinuous sluggers in a surprisingly torrid first. Glau a little rattled by the intensity on her stool, but trainer's upbeat: "Keep sloppin' her lanky," man recommends, "she can't handle your heat!"

R2: Girls approach behind rigid peek-a-boos - Glau slow-extending her left to locate Ash, then strapping a wide right hand behind Simpson's left ear. Slobberknocking wallop-fest continues - limber-limbed beauties camping out behind tight guards, holding firm when shellacked, then licking back with venom. Gorgeous, sinewy fare - girls all lithe, strapping and stroking each other across tuat little waistlines; slapping and clouting each other about the ears. Forward guards are proof against rangy uppercuts, but both throw 'em with either hand, scraping away to set up other shots. Glau a little busier, a little heavier handed: bit by bit she's moving Ashlee around the ring as girls continue to slop leather onto sleek rival torsos.

R3: Girls close and work - moccasins stepping flat footed on canvas as fighters gently circle. Ashlee reaches her left in around Glau's high right, pulling the wrist down, then clipping Summer's face the supple left uppercut. Summer does something similar with her right hand upon Ashlee's left...the girls being succulent with each other, sliding hands in, pulling guards down, slapping leather home. They lean in forehead to forehead, or guard on guard - each strapping lanky across quivering gut muscle, then writhing away up top. Gloves bounce tart off toned bodies; backs arch; hands push and punch. Pleasing stuff - strangely elegant slugging as willowy lasses refuse to do aught but slug in turns.

R4: Same again - girls sliding hands in, pulling down guards, slapping and swiping each other. Minute in - Ashlee curls a succulent left uppercut through to Glau's chin...Summer's knees give a shimmy...she's hurt at last! Simpson bright eyed - going tummy SNIK-SNAK with a lathering right/left...she cleans up a right uppercut off the right leg as Summer starts to stagger. More body shellack applied - Ashlee painting it on with her elbows in close to her body on delivery: lithe redhead using her legs/bendy-back to generate sinewy leverage. Summer sputtering, trying to keep hands up/elbows in...she babysteps to ropes, trying to stay rigid in the face of Ashlee's onslaught. Simpson cleans up from there - lashing and stroking away head/shoulders/flanks as Glau cowers...Summer shuddering, but refusing to bend the knee by the bell.

R5: Ashlee on Summer, bell to bell. The same sinuous, succulent fare - only this time with Summer's slender back to ropes. Glau face-in-gloves, elbows pressed tight to her body as she stoops forward: she's beaten without mercy as Ashlee swings away. Not frenzied or rushed - Ashlee grinning, popping her hips and twisting to drag supple whip-strokes into Glau's flanks. Gloves bounce off taut torso...Ashlee's slender arms shivering as she bolo-lashes her wilting foe. Summer whiplashed along the ropes, lathered into stupor: she's blinking away tears at the bell as Ashlee skips back to her corner happy.

R6: Revenge of Glau as Ashlee's a little punched out. Bendy-backed dip-n'-rip uppercuts get Ash into trouble...Sum licking away with both hands - arching her back to pick Simpsy up between her mitts. Ashlee stumbles to ropes, cowering behind tight peek-a-boo: Glau wades in, hauling a wide, sidearm right roundhouse LOUD against Simpson's left flank. Cry of pain Ashlee Simpson - she comes apart, left hand clutching at her back as she staggers to her right and GOES DOWN! Red head whining on all fours; ref issuing warning to Sum for back-punching. Weepy 8, A-Simp: Glau cold-eyed wading back in. Slender limbed shellacking for Ashlee as Summer pays her back...brunette beats redhead along ropes exactly as Ashlee had enjoyed Summer in round previous. Bell: Sum nostrils flaring, chesting up on Ashlee to check her spirit; Simpsy blubbering, blinking as ref moves in.

R7: Summer beats Ashlee without pity. Simpson bedraggled - sagging on ropes face-in-gloves: she's a sobbing wreck as Summer wales away. Glau succulent and bendy - twisting side to side - arching her back/popping her hips to slop on slinging leather...poor Ashley sobbing out behind her mitts, twisting side to side beneath the limber-limbed shellacking. Sum no longer reaching in to pull Ashley's hands down - she's just beating redhead in her flanks or across her tummy - licking and striping her something fierce. It's all too much...Simpson beaten to her knees at the minute mark - she rises, but only to sustain more of the rangy lather until ref steps in. Simpson in tears, hair strewn across her eyes: that's TKO7 Summer Glau.

After: Glau seething...unusual fight sees her basically trade in a phone booth with similarly built willowy-girl: it's expensive, but Summer ends Ashlee's winning streak at 1. "We fought toe to toe in the first, and I didn't know what to make of it," a scuffed-and-puffy Summer G admits in postfight, "but my trainer just said to stay in there - that Ashlee couldn't take it front-on-front like that, and he was right. I WAS hurt, but when I get hurt, I feel like it focusses me and makes me want to fight harder. When Ashlee got hurt, you could see the fight drain out of her. That's the difference: she quits, I don't." When asked about the new crop of emerging lanky bodies at sub 120, Summer is steely eyed: "I'm best in show: if Beth, Trachtenburg, Lohan - any of those girls try me? They'll be sorry."