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8 October 2012 Julianne Hough vs Cassie Scerbo

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Posted by simguy on October 8, 2012, 2:18 pm

BEFORE: "Scerbo needs her little butt whipped!" Hough grins in prefight. "She's got some skill - she's got those quick mitts, but I think we have to look at the facts here...I could take down legit bantams if I wanted to. I have the best legs - pound for pound - in all of boxing. I'm a special, spectacular talent, and Cassie Scerbo's a cookie-cutter Disney brat. If I have my way in that ring, this will not be a close fight. I have the pure, raw ability to blow the doors completely off Cassie Scerbo, and that's where I'm setting my expectations."

Brazen stuff from Julianne: Cassie's rolling her eyes throughout. "Girls have a saying in boxing gyms," Cassie smirks at podium. "'Dancers are for sparring'. Because what Julianne said is true...up to a point. Dancers are very good fighters and they can sharpen you up in camp, but a funny thing happens when you put prize money on the table: Dancers punk. They punk! They always do. Look at Cheryl Burke; look at Chelsea Hightower - those girls work in every bantam camp in boxing, but they can't handle prize-fight pressure. And the flimsiest of 'em all is Julianne Hough. One taste of my punching, and Hough's tent will fold. Promise!"

Julianne in metallic pea green bikini; long blond hair soaking wet; small golden gloves. Scerbo in white bikini top with evergreen tiger striping and ring connection; evergreen bottoms with white belt; small white gloves; high pony with bracket-bangs framing cheeks.

During R1: Hough hands-at-shoulders, elbows in - she's showing lots of leg, roaming clockwise, stepping in and out, changing speeds from shuffles to hops to slides at will. Scerbo bouncy - mitts at chin/elbows in...she's scooting in and out, taking little walk-arounds when out of range, then jumping back in. Pitty-pat stuff from Hough - dousing little combos of rights and lefts before she skips away; Scerbo bobbing and countering, trying top put uppercut-combos together hup-hup-hup. Midway through - first blood to Hough: she times Scerbo's hop - neatly greeting her via slap-chop right to forehead; doubling the punch to spank face with authority. Cassie dismayed, wobbly-butt: she covers up, inviting Hough to lick/snatch whippy lefts and rights to gut, but it's a ruse...Cassie suffering tummy-touches, but answering back sudden hooks, catching Julianne a startling clout. Hough backs off, but maintains air superiority with her jab...Cassie covering up, bobbing-and-turning to bell.

R2: Hough dancing around Scerbo, dousing her with pinging, pitty-pat lefts and right about the head and shoulders as Cassie bobs-and-blocks. Julianne able to circle-left while spitting left jabs...Cassie kept on the defensive while Hough's showcasing. Cassie's head movement good enough to cause Juli to try for gut via wide buggy-whip right hands...Scerbo absorbing the blows, then countering right/left quick before Hough can get all the way out.

R3: Real fighting breaks out as both girls set more often to punch. Cassie landing stout to Hough's chin, startling the dancer with tightly-tossed right/lefts in combination. Hough's darting lead-and-follow-up double right hand as lethal as Sarah Carters - Cassie frequently facing into both blows, eyes closed, lips parted as Julianne scores. Hough getting the range on wide, buggywhip right hands to the flank and across the paunch...Scerbo grimacing, confused by these blows, often left standing there hurt while Hough snaps a licking left uppercut off sternum.

R4: Hough settling into rhythm - hands at her shoulders, using her legs, circling the shorter vixen, keeping Scerbo defensive with pinging nuisance combos setting up whippy single licks. Cassie unable to fight lead - she can't press-and-close...she's forced to bob and slip, lure Hough into giving up distance, then trying to clip her via quick-mitt combos.

R5: Hough gliding along, having her way with Cassie, but Scerbo gets the timing right, walks Julianne into the world's shortest left hook and DOWN GOES HOUGH! Quick, snapping shot - Scerbo getting her shoulder behind it, tugging the chin and dropping her rival...Julianne up quick, but frazzled, legs visibly buzzed. Scerbo wading in after 8...tracking a hurtin' Hough along ropes - lunging into belly-stabbing jabs; looping vicious overhand rights to head. Scerbo never crowding and scrounging - she's scooting in and out, collecting a touch or two, then stalking as Julianne continues to slide along ropes with a distressed look on her face. Bell: Scerbo making scalding eye-contact with a badly rocked Juli Hough.

R6: Hough closing her stance to point left shoulder at Scerbo; jab-jabbing Cassie, keeping her at range; often feinting the right hand to hook instead, then pivot cute around Cassie's right flank. Scerbo trying to bait and switch, but knockdown has Julianne cautious...Hough rarely as brazen as she's been - working responsibly behind the jab, letting her legs dictate the minutes.

R7: Hough answers the critics who wonder about her meanstreak - ie: does she have the heart to dominate...she spends three painstaking minutes jabbing Cassie's eyes, bloodying her nose. Patient, hardhearted cruelty worthy of Carter or Portman at their most methodical - Julianne circling lithely left, weight on her limber left leg, deploying that pinging, sticking, slick left hand over and over to face. Scerbo showing "how-could-you" eyes when realization dawns...Hough just chiseling a shutout on Cassie, really touching her up classy. Frosty eye contact Hough to Scerbo at bell...sunny country-music star showing her icy side in a one-sided 7th.

R8: Hough keeps weaving her spell - jabbing Cassie's face puffy; slap-chopping right hands down atop Cassie's jugs; pivoting-left around whip-slappy hooks. No one punch devastating Scerbo, but Julianne's domination deeply demoralizing all the same...Cassie crossing arms with back of right hand against left cheek/left tucked into right armpit as she bobs and turns on the spot, taking touches.

R9: Scerbo faces into one of those elastic lead rights from Hough, backing away discouraged to ropes, eyes shining with quit...Juli hops in to pour on and finds it's another ruse! Scerbo triggering that quick left hook with her shoulder, then trying an adventurous wide right, chasing Hough off...Julianne wisely taking the fight back to midring rather than attempting to besiege a little blonde badger. Out in space it's tougher for Cassie...Julianne's legs so lithe and dominant, moving Hough into good positions, getting her out range at will.

R10: Hough legging out the round, hands at her shoulders, pinging out nuisance-poke in flurrying combos - just keeping Cassie pinned down. Scerbo SO frustrated - lunging and pouncing only to find Hough's moved out of range, then forced to cover up as Julianne's mitts stitch in. Final few seconds a little crass for Hough...she lifts hands above head, taunting Scerbo while loping away from her...little Cassie frazzled, exasperated and furious at bell. UD10 wide Julianne Hough...she continues her taunting after the bell as officials move in.

After: Cassie beside herself, shrieking, "You'll NEVER win a belt fighting like that, you HOBO!"
Julianne: "Boo hoo, Cassie! BOO HOO!"
Cassie: "Shut up! I knocked you down!"
Julianne: "Look at your face! It's like putty! That's gonna be your new nickname: Cassie Putty-face!"
Cassie: "You never hurt me ONCE!"
Julianne: (hands on hips) "Cassie, check my abs. Perfect, right? I know!"
And so on.
"That was me taking Cassie out back the woodshed and laying the strap to her," Hough boasts in postfight. "That was me throwing a gauntlet down to the flyweight division. I'm the prettiest, most talented, best conditioned, most skilled fighter in the division - bar none. Sarah Carter wishes she had my legs. Katie Cassidy wishes she had my body. Tisdale and Kunis wish they had my skills. I'm the future happening right now, and I'm only getting better. Line up and gitch-yer lickin's, ladies - Julianne Hough's takin' names and kickin' butts!"