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9 March 2010 Brittany Snow vs Reese Witherspoon

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Posted by simguy on 3/9/2010, 5:34 pm

BEFORE: "It's ridiculous that I don't dominate the lower weight classes of the FCBA," Mega-star Reese says in prefight. "I'm an Oscar winner - a working mom - a huge celebrity...I've accomplished more that these Disney brats can even dream of doing - I need to be leaving my mark on them. I've whipped myself back into fighting shape, and I'm going to bust some buns around here. Lacey freaking Chabert is the champion around here people: SOMETHING'S gotta be done!" Snow champing at the bit - not every day an Oscar winner dips her toe into the flyweight ranks. "If by whipping her body back into shape, she means she's now a typical middle aged pot bellied MILF, then I get it," Brittany shrugs at podium, to gasps of shock from the press. "Seriously - that body may win Oscars, but it's not gonna get it done in the boxing ring. I'm gonna pound me some puddin' in this one boys: Brittany Snow's gonna romp!" Brit in sporty white bra style bikini; white gloves; hair in loose curls. Reese in baby blue string bikini; white gloves; hair freshly showered, damp to the shoulder.

During R1: Action fighters step-to, get to work. Same stances: right loose at chest, the left just beneath it; torsos crouched forward - left shoulders inclined to bump - fighters just switching themselves side to side, issuing tight, thumping licks. Breadbaskets/biceps/breasts take the knocks - girls panting, twisting into clout, bringing the mitts back to chests to reset. Half way through, Reese catches Brit a compact, clanging hook to jaw, loosening Snow's knees: Brit backs into ropes, face pinched. Snow sets up crossed arm - right hand palm-out at left cheek; left across her gut...Reese steps in to pummel. Witherspoon punching hard - curvy little body generating sock...but she's hitting arms/shoulders as Brit slumps into ropes. Hard hooks brace Snow's jugs, but she inches her left hand up, blocking some of the heat. Heavy shelling blunted - Reese shakes Snow, but can't find the off switch as Brit takes it well.

R2: Same short-girl pitchin' and catchin - girls in tight crouches, switching themselves side to side for compact rights and lefts. Snow more accurate - routinely bouncing the left off Reese's stubborn jaw; swinging the right in on left bicep/breast. Reese tuff - taking a good shot, slugging back: still hitting a lot of shoulder as Snow's rolling with punches, defending herself well at close quarters.

R3: Reese slugging and bumping - pushing Snow off-stance, driving her ropeside. Snow adopts crossed arm as she sits into ropes - Reese accepts invitation to tee off. Heavy shelling spanks at Snow: high percentage of shots slamming onto arms/gloves/shoulders as Brittany rides it out. Reese banking the odd stubby right off Brittany's hairline, or getting through to jug - she's carrying the round wide, but a little more accuracy would see her do more damage in these spots.

R4: Snow cute in first minute - stepping around her jab to show a boxing look. Thumping Witherspoon pressure answers: Reese able to bang her girl back into ropes, stack her, pummel her. Same situation: Snow grumpy, getting shook, but loose cross-arm and intelligent blocking scheme really taking the edge off. Reese all a jiggle - backsdie working hard, paunch shuddering as she twists into tight licks: she's bashing away for points, but not finding the sweet spots on a very poised Brittany Snow.

R5: Reese POURING herself at Brittany - taking Snow to ropes and battering her again. Heavy, pumping hooks score thick to Snow's tummy, doubling her up: she's good and hurt for a change, forced to clinch. Reese stacking Brit up in the clinch, pushing free of her, continuing the mayhem: Snow grimacing, crossing arms, looking to roll-and-block in the pocket. Witherspoon pounding away bell to bell: she's mouthbreathing, in danger of gassing out...but it's too tempting to get off big with Snow just lying there ropebound!

R6: Reese advancing - munching on a short, tuff hook; gobbling a right uppercut as Snow steps her weight onto back (right) leg; faces into a tidy hook as Snow stays on right leg to get it snug. Snow pivots, guides Reese past with right hand in the back: Witherspoon hits ropes face-first, mouth wide open. Reese turns around, forms earmuff: Snow quickly at her with with straight, palm-down jamming right/lefts - punching apart the guard, scoring to face. Reese sits in ropes, startled: Snow dips in on left leg, hooks the paunch, hooks jug; twists torso-left to sneak a stubby right hand onto Reese's staring face. Witherspoon staring, swooning: guard is loose, so Snow bounces on her left leg, powering a trio of hooks into those Oscar-winning jugs. Reese whines, sits in ropes, takes a clubbing right upside the head: she's sputtering, torso lolling. Hooks brace Reese amidships - Snow pumping paunch, paunch, jug...paunch, paunch, jug: Witherspoon's breath punched from her body in moist puffs. Right bounces off face: Reese sleepy. Left turns her chin; Reese lolling forward on her hips, drowsy. Left uppercut picks up her chest, rocking her back into ropes; right hand clubs her face. 'Spoon's hands are down...she's helpless...face slack/distraught and THE REF STEPS IN! Good Lord - Disney rocks Oscar TKO6!

AFTER: Snow giddy - she claims a prestige name to regain her rookie of the year form. "This is so much better than beating Meester or some tramp like that. I just broke down and stopped Reese Witherspoon! Nobody can ever take that away from me!" Reese inconsolable, sullen: losing to Brittany Snow just an unacceptable, shocking setback to proud blonde. BLONDE! Mag editorial lays it out for Reese in open forum, imploring her to move against high value brunette targets like Salma Hayek who have "lost their edge" rather than risk more losses to younger and hungrier. "If that had been Brenda Song stopping Reese," the magazine goes on to say, "We'd be looking at a disaster of epic proportions here. At least Snow is quality." Ouch.