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9 June 2012 Candice Accola vs Jaime Pressly

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Posted by simguy on June 9, 2012, 11:00 am

BEFORE: Candice a huge underdog, but she's brave at podium. "Now that I see her in the flesh...Jaime's not a very big girl," Candice says by way of emphasizing the positive. "I'm big-girl in this fight and I'll use it. I've got skills - CW girls fight all the time on set and we're tuff...there's no reason for me to back down in front of Jaime Pressly!"

Pressly feigning sleep - throwing her head back and snoring throughout Candi's speech...Jaime makes a great show of "coming around" when nudged by her trainer. "None of these CW girls are ready for Pressly heat," Jaime declares at podium, "but they are uppity, and there are a lot of them, so occasionally, I do need to get in there and hand out a beating so everyone understands the law of the jungle. And law in the bantamweight jungle is that I'm Queen - the champion is temporarily holding my belts - and I need rounds to stay fresh. These fights are tricky in the sense that Candi just needs one good round - maybe just one or two good punches - to take her loss and feel good about herself. It's my job to see that she doesn't have any good moments to brag about to her stupid friends. I'm sending Candice back to the CW a broken ingenue, so those other little tramps can look upon my work and despair!"

Candice in bright baby blue bikini top twist-tied between jug; midnight blue bottoms with baby blue pindots, twist-tied at hips; white gloves; loose wavy-blonde hair. Jaime P in orange bra-style bikini top; sporty black velvet bottoms; white gloves; scrappy ponytail with gymrat bangs.
Staredown: Candice visibly nervous, staring at the ground as Jaime glares at Accola's face, daring her to make eye contact.

R1: Butterflies for Candi: her eyes're wide open, she's flinching at every Pressly move, keeping weight on back (right) leg. jaime loose, relaxed, hands low...she roams to her left, lifting her left hand off her thigh to punch at Candi's breasts or raised hands, occasionally swinging a sidearm right up and around to the Accola chin. Candice spooked, just turning, not jabbing - easy for Pressly to circle and swat, doing her thing. Midway through - wide, sidearm right catches Candi stout...Accola covering up earmuff, stepping in fence post holes as Jaime steps-to and gets off a ratatat flurry of rights and lefts encompassing Accola's tummy, flanks, head. Savage volume-burst slugs Candice out of her crouch, sending her reeling back on her heels and DOWN SHE GOES! Accola scooting to her buns, back at ropes...she's visibly rattled, lower lip trembling as Jaime jogs jugs a-jumpin' to neutral corner. Accola up at 8...she forms earmuff as Jaime rushes in via sidearm right wide to ribs...Candi sits back into ropes to take a drubbing. Jaime at play - whipping either hand to Candi's available flanks; lapping right/left combos to paunch - pushing the left elbow into Accola's guard to reset. Bell: Pressly nodding, smiling wide, hands up over her head on the strut back to corner...poor Candi looking like she just got car-jacked, blinking away tears en route to corner.

R2: Candi settles down, widens her stance...weight on right leg as she's measuring with the left, prodding at Jaime, then leaning in via long, strong right crosses. Pressly showing no respect, getting her chin turned aside on several occasions...she's swatting back nonchalant hooks and swiping right hands, cuffing Candi on her paunch or clouting her across the face. Candice effective here - keeping the jab on Jaime, nailing her lusty right crosses as Pressly refuses to raise her hands...Accola able to hammer out points as Jaime shakes her head "No" after every punch received, voicing contempt for Candi's power. Down the stretch, emphatic moment for Candice...she spits left jabs while shifting to her left, then swings a wide sidearm right HARD against Pressly's jugs! Splashing wallop knocks Jaime onto her heels, pinching her face in pain...bell sounds - Jaime angry, pushing against ref as defiant Candice stands her ground, proud of what she was able to take from Jaime there.

R3: Same thing - Jaime with hands low, dipping and pivoting around, looking to swat and cuff her foe. Candi keeping dukes up - still looking a little wide-eyed and skittish, but setting about her business like a little professional. Nice wide stance for Candice; nice straight, stiff jab seeking out Jaime's face or breasts; strong right hands pouring into Jaime's chin as Candi drives in, getting her back behind the blows. Accola raking away for points - gradually pasting the cocky smugness off Jaime's face as Pressly fritters away her 10-8 opening round through 3.

R4: Jaime a bit more responsible with right at her chest, left at her hip - using her left shoulder to roll Candi's right hands, then looking to counter-tuff. Pressly lands again and again - single-shot, powerful right hands after rolling-with Candi's right...Accola spanked onto her heels, looking spooked again. Down the stretch - Jaime in the pocket, rolling and slipping shots, then leaning in on front (left) leg to cuff a pair of sharp left hooks CHUP! CHUP! to Candi's paunch. Accola crying out "UHH!" backing away scolded...Jaime stalking, jumping in with a cheeky right hand to jugs just at bell.

R5: Candice hands up, stepping clockwise, popping jabs...Jaime held at bay for a minute as she stalks, bobbing and rolling on athletic hips in puruit. Midway through, Jaime dips torso-left to sweep her right over Candi's extended left jab...Accola struck a hard knock behind left ear, legs suddenly a-tremble. Batting hooks from Jaime stripe Candice across the breasts and mouth...Accola stumbles backward into ropes, hands at temples. Jaime stepping-to - jabbing the guard; swinging the wide right hand to Candi's left ear, then quick-hooking the tummy as Accola shudders. Candice hurt, but alert in her pocket...she's keeping her defence together, wisely electing to block and soak rather than trade hands with Jaime...Pressly able to batter her foe to hips, flanks and tummy - plus the occasional batting triplicate of cuffing hooks to jug off the right plant-leg - but can't find the off-switch by bell.

R6: Jaime striding in to finish, eats a blazing right cross to chin...PRESSLY'S HURT! Jaime stunned, baby-stepping to her right...Candice pawing jabs to left side of Jaime's face, then leaning in to fetch her a gobsmacking right to chin, turning Jaime to her right, sending her reeling face-first to ropes! Pressly rights herself in earmuff...Candice baring teeth, wading in, going to the waistline via wide, loose-limbed right/left/right, then coming up the middle via muscular right uppercut! Jaime munching on the hurt, curvy legs keeping her up...she holds her gloves in place, but slumps against ropes, unable to answer. Candice staying in close, fitting left hook in snug behind right elbow, then chop-clouting short left hook to Jaime's right ear. Right uppercut starts to lever apart Jaime's guard...Candice chops close-in hooks to jug, hacking away with gusto! JAIME MOANS IN PAIN! Distress on Pressly's face as her jugs take a pasting - she ties up around Candi's elbows, holding for break. Ref pushes Accola back...she's SO aggressive - eyes laser-intense, dukes at chin as she steps right back in to feed Jaime the tuff-pumping left hook to tummy. Left uppercut wedges between Jaime's mitts, jamming to a halt on her chin; chopping right clouts at Jaime's left ear...STILL she won't go down. Candi pushes off Jaime's guard with left forearm, then she's back on the body right/left/right, beating Pressly's butt to a seat on ropes. Jaime limp, too proud to go...she wilts behind her gloves, taking a beating as Candice squares away, moves hands to bell. Ref pulls a seething Accola off a stunned, Jaime P...crowd roaring to its feet as Candice announces a kind of "CW Spring" with the uprising.

R7: Jaime: right stacked atop left at her body, left shoulder pointed at Candice. Candi: aggressive, chin tucked, right hand at cheek as she pounds jabs off Jaime's left shoulder. Pressly timing Candice, looking to fit her for the screened right uppercut...Accola leans in that driving right cross as Jaime's trying the uppercut and PRESSLY GETS STROKED! Crashing blast swivels Jaime's head; her right hand sails - mouthpiece shoots off her teeth as she stumbles to her right. Pressly a groggy vixen shaking her head "No" as if Candi didn't hurt her...Accola walking Jaime down - touching jug the extended left and DRIVING in righty, pasting Jaime's head back and around! Pressly totters sideways to neutral corner, hitting turnbuckles with right shoulder...she's sleepy, torso slouching forward as Accola moves in from Jaime's left flank. Reaching hook rises to Jaime's face from oblique angle, knocking head back, spilling her awkwardly into corner; right hand kisses off her chin...Jaime's hands drop to her stomach, head lolling, lashes fluttering. Candi spanks a hook across helpless Pressly jugs, then leans into ANOTHER crashing right...Jaime's head flopping round as she sags into turnbuckles, out on her feet. THE REF STEPS IN! GOOD LORD - TKO7 CANDICE ACCOLA!

After: Pressly in stupor - refusing to believe the verdict even after she's been brought fully round by smelling salts. Accola blubbering and hopping on the spot, hugging her trainer...it's a huge victory for a CW ingenue who hadn't to this point separated herself from her peer group. "Ohmigod I can't believe it!" A happy Accola blubbers, giddy tears silver on her lashes. "I stopped Jaime Pressly! Stopped her! Shay Mitchell and Troian Beyotchisario can't say that; Annalyne McCord can't say that; stupid Phoebe Tonkin and Shelley Hennig can't say that...I'm the best! Guys, I just realized something...this makes me CW hegemon! I am! I'm the hegemon! I rule with an iron fist!" On and on like that - Candice obviously very excited to have hammered Jaime helpless