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25 July 2008 Vanessa Hudgens vs Hayden Panettiere

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 6 months ago

 

 

Posted by Simguy on 7/25/2008, 9:32 pm.

 

Before: Girls shredding through each other’s tank tops at an alarming rate in prefight scuffles—as though trying to destroy each other’s wardrobe faster than it can be replaced., Hayden as out of control as Vanessa: just the sight of Hudgens at a prefight venue enough to unbalance Panettiere and precipitate a brawl. Hudgens loving it: she’s worming her way in under Hayden’s skin at long last.

 

“It’s almost over for Hayden,” Vanessa crows in prefight, top torn from a recent tussle, revealing black bra strap. “She got exposed by Benda, now I’ll finish the work and knock her all the way back to the pack. With Sarah also on the ropes, this is a great time to be making moves at flyweight. You can feel Foxfire giving—those girls don’t want these fights—psychologically, they’re already beat!”

 

Seething Hayden restrained as Vanessa restates her view that Panny and Foxfire itself are headed for destruction. “I can’t belie e that these two sluts think they can run me and Sarah out of boxing!” Hayden blurts. “They’re just a couple of sneaky opportunists who’ve waited for a great time to launch an all out attack—but it’s not going to work. We’re going to stack them up—hard—and then push’em back where they came from. Vanessa, I know you can fight—but you’ve opened a Pandora’s Box of hurt this time, I’m training to give you a beating you’ll remember for the rest f your slutty life!”

 

Vanessa in tan/white horizontally barred bikini; small black work out gloves, Hayden in red/white horizontally barred bikini; small white work out gloves; hair in messy beach ponytail. At instructions to touch’em up, Vanessa slugs a right hand into Hayden’s tummy: fight delayed as pre-fight brawl is sorted out and fines assessed.

 

During R1: Midring—Vanessa starts Hayden out with a one-two at the hairline—brunette delivering from a loose, hands-low posture and slight crouch. Van steps right while pawing jabs; strokes Hayden a firm right cross across mouth. Panettiere weaving side to side, trying to jab her way in: Vanessa neatly parries poke with her left hand, ducks low, edges her shoulder into Hayden and neatly pushes her off while executing pivot-right. Smooth moves from Vanessa—she beats Hayden to punches, shows her angles, changes level, and turns her ‘round and ‘round, keeping the fight midring in the first. Shutout Hudgens: she’s just busting going back to her corner.

 

R2: Vanessa continues to polish Hayden—brunette compact, her right hand under her chin, left across her gut, left shoulder pointed at Panettiere. Vanessa snapping out a frisky jab, drop-chopping in tidy right hands, then easing onto back (right) leg to claw hooks across Hayden’s front. Hudgens showing her class—constantly ducking under Hayden’s punches, putting a shoulder into Panny’s body, then pivoting around her, turning Hayden in the process. Hayden taking punches well, but she’s frowning from the accurate, brisk touch of her foe. Panettiere lands her first punches of the bout in the final minute: ringing rights and lefts against the flanks as Vanessa covers up/folds forward to receive in good order. “Nessa shaking her head “No” en route to her corner, downplaying Hayden’s efforts.

 

R3: Hayden picks up the pace. First—head movement more committed—constant bobbing and weaving on the approach, Second—good stiff, stubby jab—punching at Vanessa’s chest or guard just to occupy her and cover Hayden’s step in. Then, ringing, ripping punches in combination—Panettiere finally batting away with authority on that Hudgens torso. Vanessa still too cute defensively to give up a clean look at her chin—but it’s her turn to scowl: Hayden’s pounding effectively to ribs, tummy—and occasionally—jug, Hudgens avoids the shutout with sneaky little right hand counters from her closed stance—often finding Hayden with a shifty little right uppercut off the back (right) foot in counter. Bell; Hayden jogs back to her corner, encouraged by her work.

 

R4: Pressure from Hayden—Vanessa gritting her teeth, sniping back desperately from her closed stance—but Panettiere starting to pour through the openings now, Hayden bashing away at flanks, then reaching in under “Nessa’s arms to chest her backward. Hayden getting brawny at ropes—mauling Vanessa with shoulders, forehead, raised forearms—constantly pounding of her tummy and ribs—she’s desperately sliding to either side, squirming out from underneath Hayden. Little by little—Vanessa begins to break down: by the final moments, Hudgens cringes butt in ropes, stooped forward behind her gloves as Panny squares away and unleashes both hands. Hayden’s shoveling it to Vanessa—Panny’s teeth bared as she digs repeated right hands over and over in behind Hudgens’ left elbow, seeking quit.

 

R5: Hayden starting to eat Vanessa up—hounding the girl to ropes, pushing up ion her, working her over,. Hudgens hard-pressed: beaten when she covers up; ragdolled when she tries to clinch; walked down and assaulted when she looks to scamper, Vanessa still drawing beads with screened right hands from her closed stance, catching Hayden before Panny can muscle her way in and brawl, Panettiere ignoring these strikes—right uppercuts delivered tart to either chin or solar plexus: she’s 100% focused on getting on top and bludgeoning her girl into submission. More points for Hayden—she pushes up off Vanessa at the bell and jogs back frisky to her corner. Hudgens wincing, looking cranky not having a whole lot of fun through 5.

 

R6: Hudgens rights the ship—taking and keeping midring with an aggressive, snapping jab; executing tight pivots and good shoulder bumps to turn Hayden. Vanessa outpunching Hayden this round: Brunette leaning in on front (left) foot to snap off hooks to tummy, doubling up to breasts; Vannie smiting Hayden with increasing flush right crosses and sudden right uppercuts from that sneaky closed stance. Hayden’s momentum brought to a halt—she’s starting a bit, hurt by chinchecks—unable to stampede Vanessa: Hudgens potshotting away, dictating as the round goes on. Late the round—Hayden already wobbly butt: ‘Nessa adds to Panny’s woes with a vicious counter-right uppercut to the pit of the stomach—Hudgens getting it off back (right) foot as Hayden’s moving forward. Panettiere sobbing out, doubling over in pain: Vanessa shifts right, rides her left hand atop Hayden’s head to stabilize her, then thumps a pair of savage buggywhip right hands off Hayden’s lower back/left hip. Announcer shouts: “She’s chopping at Hayden like she’s swinging a hatchet!” Panny crying out in anguish, nearly taking a knee; stocky-limbed blonde powers out of a deep crouch to avoid being knocked down at the bell, Vanessa makes grinning eye contact, glorying in Hayden’s hurt.

 

R7: Hayden crouches down low as Vanessa sprays a combination at her blonde: Panny absorbs, then answers a wide, swiping right as Hudgens tries to scoot to her own left, Vanessa chin-clipped from an odd angle—her legs spasm under her—she stumbles in fence post holes then GOES TO ALL FOURS! Vanessa suddenly shipwrecked, shaking her pretty head: Panettiere batting her mitts together, shouts “GET UP, VANESSA!” en route to neutral corner. Hudgens grimly up, swaying badly at the ropes: she’s shabby goods, staring bleakly as Hayden comes roaring on in. Blistering beatdown administered—Hayden slamming away roundhouses to the waist, then pushing in to stack a wilting Hudgens up. Sarah Carter up out of her seat, shrieking with excitement; Hayden POURING the leather to Vanessa, bashing at her defences, her body, her head. Hudgens leaning back into ropes, limp, then drooping forward slow—punches washing over her, beating her drowsy. Hayden hops on her left leg while digging home vicious hooks in behind Vannie’s right elbow—blonde girl baring her teeth, body tense with the effort of ruining Hudgens and VANESSA GOES DOWN! Vanessa drops to her haunches, mouth wide open. She hugs her body, sobbing piteously and the count passes her by. Bludgeoning KO7: Hayden Panettiere.

 

After: Hudgens till weeping on her haunches when Sarah rushes into Hayden’s outstretched arms for a squealing, jumping celebration. Foxfire survives its first real challenge as an organization, routing both Song and Hudgens in brutal, decisive engagements, Hayden still has her left arm around a grinning Sarah when cameras roll. “We crushed them!” Hayden gushges with glee. “They came at us with everything they had, and we broke them. For the first time, me and worked together in sparring, preparing for this challenge, because we knew if we didn’t—these girls would over-run us. They brought out the bet in us tonight, and as a result, I think we’re ready to go on the offensive now. It’s time WE took the fight to the other houses instead if them running at us. We should be breaking HISC and HMK down, working over lookout, terrorizing Tech. If we continue to click this, nobody stands against us. Certainly not Song and Hudgens!” Sarah cracks up, throwing her head back and giving full throat to her laugh, Poor Brenda and Vanessa! They entered as hungry, aggressive fighters on the march; they limp from the arena with matching tenser-bandages around badly thumped torsos. Hudgens in particular, bitterly disappointed: battered and stopped by Hayden again; it’;s almost more than Vanessa can bear.

 

Reposted by Archer 9/22/09

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