Posted by Simguy on 5/17/2008


Before: "I'm picking up were Dani left off," a chipper Kelly chirps in pre-fight. "Britney's worn down - Dani had gotten to her and exposed her before retiring, and I'm totally here to finish her off. This is the girl I've trained for all my life, and I can FEEL the moment rising! It's my time - it is - and my sun rises when Britney's sets." Spears impassive: if Kelly's crowing is hurting her, Britney isn't showing it. "Look - it takes a special woman to follow Dani's game plan. Danielle Fishel and I fought WARS in that ring - and if anyone got exposed, I'd say it's the girl who chose to retire rather than go on soaking up any more Britney. Kelly wants to pick up where Dani left off? Fine with me. But maybe somebody better tell Kelly that that road ends in a bad beating. I'm talking life-altering. Ask Dani - if you can find her. She'll be the pudgy brunette eating soup!"

During R1: Mid-ring: Britney with an oily one-two, slides back a step, cuffs Kelly a hook, ducks under a receipt and slides back again - right foot well back. Ropes, Britney shoots a short lead right, face-punching Kelly on the way in; Spears comes back with her left hand wide, wrapping Kelly up behind the head, pulling her into clinch. Ref's break, but not before Britney can clip Kelly a little hold-and-hit right uppercut. Clarkson back in, slamming a right/left to Britney's paunch: Spears relaxed against ropes, drops a right hand hammer-style onto Kelly's face, comes back with that supple left to cradle Clarkson's head, pulling her onto Britney's chest. Spears able to cuddle-and-maul, pushing right hands into Kelly as Clarkson's struggling to pull free: ref's break. That's the way of it - Kelly landing hearty body shots and bicep blows in spots, but getting all touched up, then held, then worked over until the breaks.

R2: Kelly rambunctious, wading in on Britney through a slicing barrage of chopping rights, cuffing hooks, slapping left uppercuts. Ropes - Britney with a cute lead right up the middle, then the wrapping-left arm tie up, pulling Kelly in. Clarkson pushing knuckles against Britney's body, trying to disentangle: slow going early as Spears pitches punch-n'-clutch to perfection. Midway through, Britney reaching her left round back of Kelly's head: Clarkson jerks a vicious right uppercut in close, smiting Spears' chin. Left on the breasts pushes a stunned Britney into ropes; clouting right takes her across the chops, toggling her noggin. Woozy Brit goes face-in-gloves, stooping forward: Kelly baring her teeth as she pelts away swishing lefts and rights against Spears' head and shoulders and DOWN GOES BRITNEY! Delayed effect sees Brit droop to all fours under a brisk pummeling - Kelly yelping with pleasure, jogs to neutral corner excited as puppies. Spears up with a bitchy scowl - cranky to have been put down. Nice clean up for Kelly as she pours in, batters a covered up Britney at the ropes to the bell. Spears getting a vigorous bicep massage on both arms during the break: Kelly working Brit's limbs like a champ.

R3: Kelly swarming on Britney. Spears butt-in-ropes, face-in-gloves, bending forward slow, feeling Kelly's punches detonate on her flanks and biceps. Brit slowly rotating torso around, up, and back into ropes - Kelly constantly belting away. Clarkson in a slugger's groove: feet wide, backside humming as she twists and torques into a non-stop variety of straight punches, wide punches, rising punches, hacking punches. Spears offering only token resistance - occasionally swatting back shots out of her torso-rolls to cuff and clout her tormentress - but it's all about Kelly's volume. Down the stretch, following a good Clarkson scoring right uppercut to chin and a volley of partially-blocked hooks - Britney sinks to one knee again, panting in dismay. Clarkson hooting, jogging happily to neutral corner: she's got Britney reeling through 3.

R4: Britney stabilizes. She fades to ropes, right foot back to begin with: she catches Kelly a drilling lead right as Clarkson's hurtling in, then turns to cradle her head in the crook of Spears' left arm. Holding and cuffing with the free mitt: ref's break. It's a winning recipe - Clarkson getting herself scuffed up, then bogged down: she's doing more pushing and wriggling against Britney than honest punching. Spears chipping away, happy to score, then tie up: she's making a long term investment in Kelly this evening.

R5: Key to solving Britney's holding is Kelly's short right uppercut: festive blast knocking Spears' head back and dislodging her left arm - opening up space for Kelly to swing away in. Spears engaged in constant trading for over a minute as she can't quite tie up: Clarkson pounding at the Spears midriff and tits; Britney twisting side to side to pull savage clout onto Kelly's temples. Down the stretch, Spears' vicious counters finally put Kelly wobbly butt: Britney with hands stacked right atop left at her midsection, tilting side to side to slip shots, then answering back with swiping rights or lefts. Bell: Kelly woozy but brave, swaying on the spot in front of Britney; Spears snarling, pushing Kelly in her shoulders as ref jumps in.
R6: Brit fades to ropes, waving Kelly on in: Clarkson stomps forward to oblige. Kelly: dukes at her cheeks as she tilts forward; chipping out the jab to locate Britney; short, clubbing hooks; chopping straight rights; thick, full-bodied hooks to paunch as Kelly turns torso-right to drag 'em in. Britney: dug in sturdy, right hand at her hip, left hand at her thigh - giving Kelly cutey-pie torso rolls, slips, bobs, weaves. Britney getting comfy - she absorbing terrific shellack to her chest, arms and tummy, but she's got the timing down. Kelly deploys uppercut: Britney's already leaning back into ropes to slip it. Brit will bounce off ropes, bending at waist to get under Kelly's hook, then straighten/twist right to swipe a cuffing hook across Kelly's face. Brit calm in the pocket - getting low to nudge Kelly with the left shoulder, smothering Clarkson at times, then leaning back for swatting room. Throughout the round, Britney's placing THUDDING single right hands in behind Kelly's left elbow - usually off a slip or bump. Clarkson visibly shaken by the body - shuffling back to corner for the break with bleak expression.

R7: Britney lures Kelly to ropes - jotting out the lead right to pre-empt her, then leaning back into ropes while swatting the cuffing hook across. Kelly squaring away, dukes up: she's chopping, hacking and scuffing away, attacking against Britney's left shoulder. Spears supple against the ropes, sitting into them, bouncing off them, bending forward, leaning back: all the rolling torso moves taking the edge off Kelly's head punches. Clarkson still pounding away on Britney's biceps and chest - still reefing hooks to tummy when Britney doubles forward behind her gloves: Spears not shy about clinching head-and-arm on Kelly to prevent her from really chugging away in earnest. Ref issuing warnings as Brit plays catch and release: Spears clouting, swatting, cuffing to good effect - sending Kelly back to her corner shopworn and disheveled.

R8: "Want more?" Britney shouts as she's waving Kelly in, "come get some!" Clarkson mouth breathing, but determined - again she squares up, jotting out her jab, chopping the right hand down and in, trying to clean up hooks head and flank. Spears unspeakably cute now - hands low about her thighs or tummy as she slips shots, relaxes against ropes, or leans her shoulder into Kelly's chest to nudge her off. Kelly's blows landing beefy to the torso of Spears, but only grazing otherwise: Britney throwing less, but landing thick, clean, heavy shots, greatly degrading Kelly's form as minutes tick past. Down the stretch - Spears with her left shoulder pushing on Kelly - Kelly covered up earmuff: Spears right hand almost casually pulls Kelly's left elbow away from her body, then; DIGS in flat-knuckle gorgeous and succulent. Loud, moist "CHUPP!" sounds out as Kelly's body warps slightly - Clarkson involuntarily spitting her mouthpiece out onto Britney's breasts as the punch crumples poor Kelly's ribs. Kelly destitute, but too strong to go down: she's unable to punch, just wilting forward behind her gloves as Britney smiles, nodding happily at the bell. Britney standing hands on hips, grinning huge as she watches poor Kelly stagger to her corner, hugging her body, then sitting in agony on her stool for the break.

R9: Kelly bravely off her stool - but she's trudging into Britney now, not hurtling. Spears supple and relaxed - using the ropes as support, or bouncing off them with punches: occasionally ear muffing up to get Kelly punching, then countering her with quick, heartless swipes. Clarkson fighting her heart out - pounding at Britney's presented left shoulder, back, breasts and paunch: Spears waiting, rolling, then answering with sumptuous power and quick-mitt swat. Kelly cuffed and clouted about her face - growing groggy: she's starting to arm punch, looking unsteady on her feet. Britney cuddling at times, bumping the shoulder - always impeding Kelly, conserving energy and doing maximum damage when opportunity arises. Final minute - Britney leans back to slip both the jab and the right hand; dips low to nudge her left shoulder into Kelly's chest, easing her backward a smidge, then; OH THAT THICK RIGHT HAND! Short, evil punch - Britney twitching the mitt off her thigh and placing it like a medicine ball in behind Kelly's left elbow. "POOH!" Kelly's mouthpiece bounces off Britney's chest again and this time there's no doubt: Clarkson cringing down onto her knees, then sprawling onto her back - rolling side to side in agony while hugging throbbing body. KO9 to the body - Britney Spears.

After: Spears slow-strutting around the ring, hands high, eyes gleaming - she cruises past Clarkson cringing on her back, still unable to rise or catch her breath. "It's Britney, bitch," Spears crows into the mic during in-ring post fight. "That's what I'm talking about. Kelly came to me all big - thought she could work me down, and look at her: crying her eyes out! I don't mean to be bragging on Kelly - but she totally talked up her game - like I wasn't even a factor. But let me tell you this: my right hand to the body is no joke, baby: no. Joke