Posted by simguy on 6/5/2010, 8:23 am

BEFORE: "I know one thing," Serinda asserts in prefight, "Swan/Lively is a hotter fight than Decker/Arterton. OUR fight is the cream of blonde/brunette match-ups: theirs kinda looks a little cut-rate in comparison. That said, I owe Lively a beating, and I can't wait to deliver. I spotted her that first fight, but believe me, when we look back at this rivalry, we're gonna see that was as good as it ever got for Bytchy Blake." Lively scowling - big breakout star not enjoying anonymous brunette bravado. "I agree with Swan that us fighting is hotter than any other combination," Blake allows, "but there is no 'rivalry'. I blew Serinda away last time because she's gutless and can't back up her looks with game. I'm the opposite: I've always been fighter-first, sizzle second. Which is why I'll always batter Serinda. Always." Blake in black bikini; black gloves; tangly blonde hair long n' loose. Serinda in neon baby blue bikini; tangly black hair long n' loose; white gloves. Staredown: Blake shaking out her arms, breathing through pursed lips as she glares into Serinda's eyes. Swan seething, neck and tummy all tense, lips practically quivering into snarl.

During R1: Willing tyros blast away wide n' wild: hair tossing/eyes flashing/teeth baring as girls look to end it early. Leads to a lot of sweeping misses, staggering follow throughs, general sloppiness. Girls falling into squirming clinches - each hating the touch of the others breasts or tummy - wriggling furiously to jam a punch in before ref's break. Girls waling away, wrapping punches around each other, stumbling into ropes: Swan getting the better of the slop in these moments, wrestling Blake's back to ropes, then shoving right hands into blonde midsection as the girls struggle in close. Ref pushing 'em apart - uttering stream of unheeded warnings as girls jump at each other all around the ring.

R2: Girls mouthbreathing, slowing: fight takes on methodical, step-and-poke look as both fighters rein in. Serinda jabbing jug, twisting her left mitt on contact: grimly enthusiastic about humbling Blake's rack. Lively jabbing back - right (back) heel up off canvas: she's generating shocking impact - punishing Serinda's rack in reprisal, spanking her face to good effect. Swan eventually giving ground, outboxed midring: Lively walking her foe down, locating her via jabs, cleaning up on her with both arms swinging as Serinda covers up shabby late.

R3: Girls becoming very thoughtful - stepping clockwise around stiff jabs... eyes intense/glaring. Serinda continuing to pound at Lively's jugs jab... jab... jab - turning the blonde, softening her up. Blake pounding back the poke - driving left hands off the shoulder smiting Serinda's face, or stunning her jugs with great, beefy smacks. After two minutes of this steady gun-platform fare - Swan mixes in right hands to good effect - catching Blake to tummy, or clouting her chin aside with swinging gusto. Lively gobbling, baby-stepping to her right when smote: blonde paying the price for not moving her head/facing into Serinda's power.

R4: Swan completes one circuit around Lively - steppin' and a-pokin: Lively staring, getting her face spanked/breasts spurned. Blake disheveled, stunned: she's not ready with a swinging right uppercut takes her to chin, putting her wobbly butt, buckling her knees! Serinda's eyes immediately flashing "FINISH HER!" wide, swinging right roundhouse crashes off Blake's left armpit as she folds forward face-in-gloves. Serinda glowing - grinning malevolent: OH she drags a sumptuous left into Lively's trunks, winning a sob of distress from blonde lips. A little push to destabilize Blake as Serinda sidesteps-right, then a sweeping right carves in behind Blake's left elbow. Horrid blast sounds out thick n' thudding: Blake gasping in shock, cringing, unable to answer. Licking right uppercut, Serinda to Blake: Swan bending her back to lift the uppercut into Lively's overhanging rack. Blake groaning, paralyzed, babystepping mindlessly forward: Serinda sidesteps right with a hungry snarl - hair across her eyes as she wallops Blake a savage buggy-whip right hand above left hip. Plaintive wail, Blake Lively... she drops to knees/forearms, touching top of her head to canvas as her butt trembles in the air. Swan hollering, stomping around hands-in-air, proclaiming her greatness. Weeping Blake up at 10, but reeling shabby: ref has no choice but to cradle her to safety and call the beating off! TKO4 in coldblooded fashion - Serinda Swan.

After: Swan gloating and malicious - twirling happily in her corner, hands above head as she's surrounded and pampered... then it's over to a seated, shellshocked Blake for some fun. Serinda rough with her blonde - eyes blazing: she pulls Blake up with a stern grip on both biceps, giving Lively a hard shake on her feet. Lively blubbering - damp blonde hair strewn across her face: her worst nightmare comes true as Serinda marches her out for a disastrous - and insanely hot - walk of shame. Prance completed - Serinda sends Blake stumbling home with a slap on the ass, then glows for the post-fight cameras: "Can there be any doubt that I'm better than Blake Lively ever DREAMED of being?" Serinda says, hands on hips. "You know who else I'm better than - and hotter than? Brooklyn Decker; Marisa Miller, and; Bar Refaeli. I hate it when models act tuff, and I promise each and every one of them a beating like I gave Blake, if they dare to try."