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6 April 2011 Hayden Panettiere vs Brenda Song

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CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on 4/6/2011, 11:00 am

BEFORE: "This isn't about satisfying Vanessa Hudgens," Song scowls in prefight. "Me and Panny have been on a collision course way before 'Nessa stuck her nose in - it's about me being better than Hayden, which means by definition that I'm better than Hudgens!" Panettiere also scowling - Song already frown-worthy, but the complication of Hudgens making Hayden furious. "Song's a hoop through which I have to jump," Hayden says at podium, "nothing more. People say it's tuff to mow own Brenda and Vanessa back to back, but if that's what I have to do, then that's what I have to do. Brenda can't be allowed to waltz around sounding tuff; Vanessa CAN'T be allowed to hold the belts...once again, it's up to Hayden Panettiere to set things right!" Brenda in white cashmere crochet bikini (tawdry); small black mitts; black hair shiny, tangly, loose. Hayden in red/white battle bikini; small white mitts; hair in tidy battle bun.

During R1: Clockwise rotation...Song with left hand low, right at chin, rolling her left shoulder, looking to pounce from a wide stance. Hayden dukes up, jitterbugging feet carrying her in, out and around - blue eyes bright as she explores Song's reflexes, footwork early. Song looking for check-hooks off the back (right) leg when Hayden's bopping in; Song using feints to set up sudden lead right hands over Hayden's left shoulder. Hayden dipping at the waist, working body ratatat right/lefts, punching up-torso on Bren in hopes of checking her chin before Song can disengage. Quick-twitch, athletic back and forth...Panny's fists pounding out points from Brenda's little brown body by the bell.

R2: Same terms of battle, but Song executing a little sharper this time - catching Panny the check-hook coming in, then chasing her down darting lead right hands as blonde girl's withdrawing. Hayden off balance, out of position: Brenda working angles, bouncing mitts off meat for points.

R3: Busy little fists batting back and forth...both girls getting it done. Song still basically looking to work outside, but she'll also jump in off the right hands to drum Panny's ribcage with both hands. Hayden fighting out of her crouch, digging tuff to waist and ribs...strong blonde punching here, but Brenda's legs dictating most of the engagements. Bell: Song sticks her tongue out all bratty. Hayden? Scowling furious.

R4: FURIOUS exchanges as Panny's jitterbugging feet cut off the ring, forcing Song into vicious batting exchanges. Small mitts bouncing off muscular little bodies - tummies spanked, flanks pelted in ratatat combos. Compact punches - girls dipping and bobbing after getting off: taut little uppercuts; tight little hooks; rapping body-combos. Down the stretch, Panettiere PUMMELING Song to body - just belting away on waistline...Brenda groans in pain, legs buckling, trying to back away. Panny hops-in, cleans up the short hook to chin...DOWN GOES BRENDA! Song punched to her buns, blinking away tears as she sits up with hands behind her for balance...Hayden nodding savagely, eyes blazing in satisfaction.

R5: Song forced into pocket-defence at ropes - Panny atop her, working her over double-time. Hayden hup-hup-hupping - small mitts batting up and down both flanks; digging at jug and tummy; cuffing and clouting head/shoulders. Song grimacing, bobbing and rolling - using her shoulders to block shots, trying to snatch-back counters when she can. Hayden's position too strong - steady work grinds on Brenda bell to bell...she's trembling, wobbly butt at the break.

R6: Same again - Panny hounding Brenda, pounding her along ropes, walking her down and pressurizing her all around the ring. Brenda lumping up, eyes swelling, lips grimacing: Song showing tuffness in sponging this up, but Hayden's putting it on her rival through 6.

R7: Hard minutes for Brenda Song: Panettiere steamin' forward, anxious and eager for combat; Song shying away, trying to keep her butt clear of ropes. Intense pressure from Hayden, but smart - she's jitterbugging in and out - looping the wide right sidearm loud to Brenda's ribs; getting in close and outworking Bren up the middle. Blonde girl just punching, punching, punching, getting after her brunette...Brenda wilting away from heat like the kitchen's just too hot!

R8: Panny scouring Brenda all along the perimeter, battering her ropeside. All Hayden until late: crafty Song finally fitting short-jerking counter right uppercuts to chin, catching Hayden as she's slamming away body shots. Blonde girl clipped clean, put wobbly butt: Hayden momentarily startled, allowing Song to put hooks and right uppercuts on target. Brenda slugging her way off ropes; batting Hayden a series of sidearm rights upside the head to put blonde girl ropeside...SONG gets a few seconds to clean up hard as Panny covers up to bell. LATE LEFT HAND, BRENDA SONG! Bren fitting a sumptuous left in between Hayden's elbows, burying the mitt deep to paunch as blonde girl bleats in pain.

R9: Song rejuvenated, engaging Panettiere toe to toe: crowd roaring as compact little bullies accelerate to Barrera/Morales levels of ferocity. Savage give and take - blistering head and body blows...both girls driven back in spots as one temporarily takes command. Hayden just too furious, too wiling to take Brenda's best...Song landing well, but unable to impose will as it's Hayden slugging her way forward by the bell. "I'M BETTER!" Hayden shouts at the break, feeling it. Brenda's eyes all puffy, lips just snarling in fury at brazen blonde confidence.

R10: Same again - girls just closing, edging in with left shoulders, then going at each other like a couple of junk yard dogs. Booming, batting stuff to waists and tummies - the girls leaning forward, arms shivering on rip-roaring contact. Jerking, curving right uppercuts; spitting jabs taking a terrible toll on both girls. THERE GO PANNY'S LEGS! Hayden buzzed, backing away: Song snarling, jumping in lead right hands to chin-punch Hayden to ropes. Hayden: sitting in cables, stooping forward in earmuff...SONG POUNDS AWAY! Batting, straight arm hooks taking Panny in behind right elbow, loosening her up. Shove-ups straightening Panny: straight, stamping lefts and rights penetrating, beating Panny's nubby breasts, working down into her tummy. BELL! Song still jamming in straight punches, black hair in furious eyes until ref pulls her off. Comes back UD10...Hayden Panettiere!

AFter: Girls won't stand still for verdict - each wriggling in the ref's grasp to better kick or slap at the other. Hayden pounding her chest at Song once the decision's announced - heartbroken Brenda screaming "NO!", stamping her foot and being distraught as Hayden's cackling in triumph. "That's my message to Vanessa Hudgens," a puffy-faced, touched up, but exuberant Hayden says in postfight. "Happy now? Satisfied? GET IN THE RING AND DEFEND YOUR BELTS AGAINST ME!"