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13 June 2012 Kelly Clarkson vs Hilary Duff

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Kelly Clarkson 02.jpg Hilary Duff 06.jpg

CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on June 13, 2012, 8:38 am

BEFORE: Girls grabbing opposing tanktops, trying to twist each other to ground; constant bickering and glaring...tempers running about as high as tempers can run for this one. "I just hate her," Clarkson fumes in prefight, eyes blazing. "I'm awesome; I'm on TV again; I'm strong; I'm popular...and Hilary won't acknowledge ANY of that! She's so snooty because she beat me - a lucky beat - and she's so superior, I just want to smash her! That's why I'm pulling out all the stops this time, and to that end, I'd like to introduce a very valuable new addition to my sparring squad for this fight...miss HAYLEY DUFF!"

Hayley emerges from curtain with a shy wave to the audience and a sheepish "sorry Hills, but Kelly's paying triple-scale for my services" shrug at her sister. Hayley takes a seat at the dais as Hilary's mouth yawns open in shock.

Duff badly rattled, obviously blindsided by the reveal...she focusses hard on Kelly in rebuttal. "This is about who's stockiest, who's strongest and best in this space, and LOOKOUT OWNS this turf! We don't lose fights against type-rivals...poor Kelly couldn't even crack our line up of Elisha me and Minka, and if you guys remember - I battered her last time she tried to push her weight. She's chunky and irritating, and I'm gonna beat her butt like a former champ should, and she's just going to have to deal! Hayley: we will talk later."

Duff in ponytail and sturdy black sport bikini; white gloes; hair in curly ponytail with ringlets framing face. Kelly in sturdy purple bikini; black gloves; shoulder length hair with a little body-curl. Seething staredown...glaring girls refuse to touch gloves when asked!

During R1: Bumper-car test of wills as stocky li'l jigglers shoulder into one another - curvy legs/backsides straining to hold canvas as burly little arms shove punches into quivering tummies. Grinding work early - hardly any headway made by either girl, but bit by bit, Duff starts to work Kelly back, pushing and punching. By the midway point, Hilary's able to body Kelly into ropes, bringing a pout of frustration to Clarkson's lips: Hilary takes over on top of her brunette, shoving home the leather. Tuff tummy pumpin' right hands sit Kelly grumpy in ropes, then Hilary pushes off, starts belting away robust rights and lefts to head and shoulders as Clarkson covers up whining! BELL: Hilary still dosing Kelly clobbering lefts and rights up top - ref has to pull Duff off as Kelly stomps angry-butt to home-corner.

r2: Girls bumping and punching - sometimes just exchanging shoulder-blocks midring in an effort to body the other back. Grim give and take - both girls plowing tummy and jug to good effect...Kelly separates herself late with stubby, crashing rights to chin, backing blonde-girl to ropes. Hilary covers up squealing, taking a buffetting about head and shoulders as SHE covers up earmuff to ride it out. BELL: Payback late hitting from Kelly who won't let up...ref has to pull snarling brunette off her cowering blonde!

R3: Fighters cross arms at chests and slam together, trying to ram each other backwards, then they lean in mouth on shoulder to work. Chugging two-way hup-hup - one girl pumping at the other's tummy right/left, then bringing mitts to chest while laying in to receive a gift in return. Girls panting and grunting in the world's sweatiest phone-booth - stocky legs and proud buns refusing to give ground in the face of relentless punishment. Down the stretch, Duff manages to separate with a stuffing right hand plowed deep to tummy; a stubby right uppercut follow-up picking Clarkson's chin up off Duff's left shoulder, then; a final plowing right deep to gut, breaking brunette composure! Kelly distraught, hugging her gut while backing away...Hilary walking her down like a little bully, plowing an extra wide right hand in behind Clarkson's left elbow at bell. "Spankin' you out, Kel!" Hilary chirps as ref's bodying her back; glare of resentment from poor Clarkson who sits butt-in-ropes, arms crossed against her tummy.

R4: Hilary stepping into Kelly with rights wide to flank; digging hooks claiming against jug...all blonde girl being big-and-stocky inside until a trade in right hands to body at minute-mark goes Clarkson's way. Hilary suddenly distraught, face stricken as she bunches forward...Snarling Kelly shoves a right uppercut to Hilary's jugs, then hooks her chin: BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Hilary hammered to her back...she's rickety rolling over right hip, slow to her feet. Clarkson in neutral corner, slugging the turnbuckle in anticipation of getting back after Hilary: when ref waves her in, Kelly comes a-runnin'! Hilary hurt, overwhelmed...she covers up earmuff, sitting in ropes as Clarkson SWINGS AWAY BEEFY! Kelly stooping to reach in and push Hilary upright, then whacking away right/left to hips/tummy...just keeping it on Duff. It's all too much...Hilary helpless, heavy on the spot, getting stacked up and romped-upon and DOWN GOES DUFF! Hilary panting on all fours as Kelly stoops forward to shout: "TOO TUFF FOR DUFF!" until ref bodies her back. Hilary beats the count open-mouthed, glassy-eyed: she covers up to ride out the final minutes as Kelly has her free-swinging, robust way to bell!

R5: Kelly with a rolling start at the bell - she tackles Hilary into ropes near the Duff corner, pushing off and getting down to business! Clarkson: head on Hilary's chest; arms pumping, fists taking Duff in her tummy and hips. Duff: grimacing, slumping against ropes, trying to cross arms against her tummy only to have Kelly pull the arms away, do some pushing, then back to mining tummy-quit. Down the stretch, Duff able to fit short, shrugging uppercuts into Kelly's breasts and chin...brunette slugged up out of her stance as fight staggers to midring, both girls just a-beltin'! BELL: Hammer and tongs continues amidst delirious crowd cheers...ref has to pull battle-weary li'l diggers off one another.

R6: Duff stubby-jabbing midring, getting a little space...she's able to lean into a short, jamming right hand to chin and DOWN GOES KELLY! Clarkson spilling forward onto knees and forearms - buttocks raised just enough that Hilary can kick her right foot against the glutes PAK-K! Kelly up shabby, shaking her head: ON COMES DUFF! Hellish blonde payback as Hilary squares on Kelly, shoving her ragdoll into ropes, then belting away robusto. Hilary: teeth bared; eyes blazing; buttocks ringing; torso twisting side to side as she turns into blockbuster short lefts and rights. Poor Kelly! Clarkson whining as she cowers on ropes, arms crossed with right hand at left temple; left across jugs, just riding out the storm! BELL: HILARY TAKES EXTRA! Duff helps herself to stuffing, late left hooks in behind Kelly's right elbow until ref pulls li'l blonde slugger off. Clarkson crying out in outrage: "She's CHEATING!"

R7: Vicious stuff on the inside - girls shoulder-grinding each other around, heads in close as each works to pack tuff right hands into trembling tummies, or pick up offending chin via stout left uppercut. Grim bump and slug a point of pride for both girls: neither wants to give up position, step out to regroup, or do any boxing. Midway through, Kelly hooks the HELL out of Hilary's paunch...as blonde girl's gasping in shock, Kelly hooks the chin and SITS HILARY DOWN! Duff blown off her feet again, sitting in a puddle of despair as Kelly shrieks down at her...ref bodying quivering brunette off as blubbering blonde pushes up off weary buns.

R8: DUFF BANGS BACK! Now Hilary surges in grinding, mouth-on-shoulder action, pumping her mitts hup-hup-hup to brunette tummy, slowly backing Kelly into ropes. Once in top position, Duff can bump off, bounce tidy right/lefts off Kelly's raised guard, then get back to that belly hup-hup. Shoulders, head and mitts working in concert for Duff - each doing their part to wear Kelly down. Clarkson grumpy - slumping into ropes with right at left cheek/left across her gut...she's mostly absorbing wallop, only occasionally answering back the odd short right uppercut. Bell: Duff making a big show of pushing into Kelly, then pushing off all big-girl...Kelly pouting furiously, looking to punch Hilary in the back as ref steps in quick to intercept.

R9: Bruising attrition continues - girls stepping in close to jam short right hands to offending jugs (no backswing at all - girls just bodying in the blows). Short hooks cuff rival paunches; brawny shoulders constantly crowd tired jugs as girls jostle for angles. Slowly but surely, Duff imposes will, steadily working Clarkson to ropes, squaring on her, then processing. Round ends to the sight of Duff methodically pushing-and-punching, getting it done on rival waistline and jugs as poor Kelly suffers.

R10: Bodies clap together; girls push for breathing room underneath; pumping punches shove and cuff at available flesh. Grinding work - girls just pushing for dominance...all even until Kelly comes off the body to chip Hilary's chin a shrugging right uppercut in close...blonde girl stumbles forward, suddenly unglued. Kelly rolling her left shoulder to bully Hilary's jugs and straighten blonde girl a bit; nice cuffing hook across Hilary's paunch has her cramping up "UH-H!" Kelly picks Hilary's chin up again via tidy right uppercut off the right plant-leg...Hilary hurt, face pinched, she reaches to clinch and Kelly BURIES the right hand DEEP to belly! No backswing, Kelly just stepping-in as Hilary's coming forward, carrying that right fist into blonde breadbasket and DOWN GOES HILARY! Duff: on her back, right knee up, left leg out straight; arms hugging her gut; eyes shut tight as she whines for breath. Duff: rolling onto her chest, arms still hugging throbbing gut, that right knee now flexed out to the side as she sobs for breath. IT'S OVER! Hilary giving it up to Kelly's body shot - that's KO10 Kelly Clarkson!

After: Hilary SO gutshot...rolling onto her back again, hands above her head, knees up as she moans in pain, trying to draw breath. Clarkson hopping around in a hugging-group of her stablemates - she grinds down Hilary in a stocky-bodied classic! "I KNEW I WAS BETTER!" Kelly crows in postfight, tears on her cheeks while in the background, poor Hilary's still on her back, knees up. "It's all about Kelly Clarkson now. Hilary came in all 'I'm 2 tuff' - but look at her! RUINED! I'm too strong for her - she knows that now. No matter what, I just kept giving it back to her - I knew I'd stop her all along!" Minka and Elisha all crossed-arms and scowling, glaring Clarkson's way: Kelly's a clear brand-rival who must be answered. Plenty of glares for Hayley too: she's unrepentant, even brazenly returning Minka's gaze...obviously the "other Duff" wants fights and doesn't care what she has to do to get them. In weeks to follow, Kelly brings up the notion of a "Lookout Rout" in Snark Magazine, suggesting that Minka and Elisha might well soon join Hilary in the Clarkson trophy room!