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8 February 2013 Cassie Scerbo vs Sarah Michelle Gellar

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Posted by simguy on February 8, 2013, 6:02 pm

BEFORE: "It must suck to be Gellar," Cassie grins, warming to her task at podium. "Think about it: you're shot...you KNOW you're shot, but your name makes you an attractive target for hungry young hotties you can't handle anymore. I mean - that's her whole life: taking beatings from hotties who want the Gellar name on their victory rolls! Anyway, the trick here is not to win - that's a given: I need to win in spectacular fashion. I need to give it to Gellar the way nobody's given it to her before - the Big Hurt, you know? That's the challenge: how to light this biddy up in a way that'll make you guys go 'dayum, that Cassie Scerbo's a little punishment MACHINE!'"

Gellar non-plussed by Cassie's venom: she's heard it all before. "This might hurt Cassie, but I'm going to say it anyway," Sarah says at podium. "I've been around a long time. I've seen a LOT of fighters come and go, and I've tussled with most of 'em. And I can tell you first hand, that Cassie's no Hayden Panettiere. Not even close. I know in her mind, she sees herself on that level, but we're never gonna talk about her that way. She reminds me of a Judy Landers type: a few skills - most of 'em cheap; a trashy look that people get tired of fast; a bratty attitude that gets old even faster than her face...in a word: forgettable." Mic drop: Sarah making smirking eye-contact as if to say, "that's how you talk podium smack, kid". Scerbo shiny-eyed, nostrils flaring, torso trembling, looking gut-kicked in response.

Cassie in black lace push up; pink velour shortie-shorts snug-fitting and boy-legged; small black gloves; high pony with big bracket bangs framing face. Gellar in white satin-finish bikini; small white gloves; slick blonde low pony.

During R1: Cassie snarling, throwing herself at Sarah: Gellar calm in the pocket, triggering pre-empting left hooks/stubby rights; sliding back in her stance; walking Cassie into the check hook, then trading righty. Scerbo battling through it, answering back hup-hup-hup with her trademark rapid-fire 3 punch combos - ticketing Sarah's breasts for spanking abuse. Gellar giving ground tactically, turning at ropes, check-jabbing Cassie as she's coming in...calm, commanding Gellar razor sharp late when she walks Cassie into a hook to chin - clouting Scerbo a few baby-steps to her right, then drills her straight-righty up the middle. SCERBO GOES DOWN! Harsh face spank knocks Cassie's head back, then sends her scooting to her buns...Gellar all smoldering eyes, tight lips as she gazes down in satisfaction at bell.

R2: Cassie loses her shyt - goes all-in...but this is smarter, more adept Cassie Scerbo. Nobody more violent or robust pumping the ol' 3 punch combo than Cassie...she's shouting out "HAH! HAH! HAH!" as she gets off, fists rising up into Gellar-jug with rack-flattening force. Sarah can't take it - reeling away from Scerbo's blazing eyes/bared fangs with an astounded look, constantly backing away on her heels as Cassie's leaping up into the next flurry. Down the stretch, fading Gellar stooping forward almost double, hands crossed at breasts: snarling Scerbo clips away criss-cross right/left/left uppercuts like a little blonde Sugar Ray Leonard, viciously tagging Sarah and GELLAR'S DOWN! Gellar dropped to left hand and hip, panting and stunned...Cassie furious, looming over fallen prey and seething down until ref pushes her back.

R3: Method to Gellar's madness? She's got Scerbo fighting angry - effectively enough in the second, but in the third, Sarah able to impose a little order on little blonde riot - touching her the check-jab in orderly retreats; timing her for stubby straight rights to chin; walking her into lashing hooks wide to jaw. Scerbo taking like a champ, but getting picked apart a bit here...Sarah using wits, guile to counter Cassie's fury through 3.

R4: Cassie gets a lecture on her stool, comes out more composed, more tactical in the fourth. Still stepping into savage 3 punch combos HAH! HAH! HAH! but setting 'em up with the jab now - sometimes feinting on the way in, and not just claiming steadily against rack: ticketing chin as well. Sarah sullen, getting worked over, but retaining her form: Gellar forming organized pockets of resistance, generally landing SOMETHING in return after Scerbo's had her say.

R5: Same again from Cassie, but more intense...Sarah forced into high-energy, hard-punching exchanges midring. Girls in wide, flat-footed stances - leaning away to slip a shot; leaning back in with stout straight rights; tipping onto back (right) plant leg to pull wicked hooks across. Bitter stuff - small-bodied vixens punching with hard-hearted intentions...and Cassie's getting the better of it. Sarah eating a steady diet of sharp, tangy face-spank - Cassie's fists biting away to devastating effect, gradually reducing her opponent. Down the stretch, a straight right/swinging left to chin leaves Gellar staring, legs trembling...she takes an extra left hook to face, stumbles to her right, then goes to right knee all dazed and confused.

R6: Cassie grinning, outpunching Gellar toe-to-toe then hopping her down...Sarah grumpy, lumping up under Scerbo's energetic fists. Midway through, Gellar slap chops a right hand down atop Cassie's jugs; leans onto right (back) leg as Scerbo's roaring forward for payback...nipping left hook off the right leg catches Cassie pretty, PUTTING HER DOWN! Scerbo blinking in shock, failing on her first attempt to rise...she's a rickety beauty at ropes for 8. ON COMES GELLAR! Cassie baring teeth, crouching with left shoulder slightly forward as she digs in on apron: HAMMER AND TONGS ERUPT! Sarah goes all-in, looking to pounce Cassie out of there; Scerbo firms, putting her back into hacking overhand rights and swinging lefts...GELLAR'S GETTING CLOBBERED! Sarah buffetted from one foot to the other, sputtering as she tries to find traction...Cassie's desperation lather just too furious! Gellar battered wobbly butt, forced to back off...Cassie hops-to with her left extended towards Sarah's lips, then OH! Slap-chop right from hell smites Sarah's rack, turning her 180 degrees as she clutches her breasts, stumbling away in pinched-face agony! Bell sounds before seething Cassie can walk SArah down from behind...Scerbo insanity converts Gellar's big 10-8 into the standard 10-9 heat!

R7,8,9: Trainer working hard to get Cassie thinking through her assaults...results in more patient rounds - all won by Cassie with consistent, measured pressure. Scerbo making use of the pinging approach-jab and feints - slipping Sarah's check-attempts or making her commit on defence - then hopping-to, getting off hup-hup-hup, beating a thumping tune into Sarah's weary chassis. Gellar's eyes bleak as the minute tick past: Cassie's young legs apparently tireless, jitterbugging her in, out and around her sullen foe. Sarah exchanging in spots - hooking Cassie's chin; clubbing her breasts when girls get in close - but it's Scerbo dictated pace and location. All 3 rounds workmanlike to Cassie...she makes icy eye-contact after every bell, making Sarah feel the supremacy.

R10: Cassie up-tempos in an attempt to close the show: Gellar wilts before the renewed ferocity, hounded back and forth across the ring. Cassie slugging off the hop, recklessly whirling either mitt at retreating Sarah - constantly trying to square up and go to town on mouth-breathing Gellar. Sarah wincing, covering up more to absorb rather than compete...she's got Cassie swinging freely through 2. Final minute, Sarah times a chopping overhand right upside Cassie's head, catching her flush: Scerbo's trim little legs give a shimmy as her face shows distress...GOOD LORD: CASSIE'S HURT! Hook to the mouth; hook to the breasts - Sarah up on her toes and whirling left hands onto Scerbo, batting her to her left; sending her stumbling sideways to ropes. Sarah: grim-eyed, knuckles together at chest as she steps-to...swinging right takes Cassie across her gut; clouting left smokes across her mouth, punching the gumshield off her teeth! Cassie: staring; eyes dimming...Sarah pours a hard right forearm into proud Disney jugs, bashing Cassie awkwardly into ropes, then it's Sarah lighting it up on Scerbo! Pasting rights and lefts - Gellar twisting side to side on her hips, battering a wide open, sleepy Cassie Scerbo to face and jugs. AND THE REF STEPS IN! Because the bell has rung...Cassie out on her feet, battered into stupor, but the cards come back UD10 Cassie Scerbo.

Torrent of tweets from division rivals:

Vanessa Hudgens: "OMG Cassie's sooo lame! Sarah beat her buns! #teamgellar"

Ashley Tisdale: "What happened to Cassie? Sarah tuned her up! #respect"

Brenda Song: "HAHAHA! SMG>Scerbo! Cassie looks weak and vulnerable now!"

On and on: Cassie taking a twitter-beatdown for the ages from snarky little rivals who love to kick a girl when she's woozy.

AFter: Gellar too professional to stamp her feet and bawl about the verdict, but she's hard-eyed and stern-faced midring as ref lifts Cassie's limp arm in victory while she's sitting slumped on her stool. Eventually, Scerbo gets it together to address cameras for in-ring stand up. "Told you I'd light it up on her," Cassie says, eyes still glassy from Gellar's hateful last-minute pounding. "I went after her hard because of all the crap she said about me. You know guys, it's possible to be TOO mean. There's stuff we all say, and stuff you shouldn't say and Sarah crossed the line with me in prefight. Had to kick her buns for that. Had to."

Not all bad for Gellar: in days to follow, pundits will compare her effort to the big-hitting fights she had with Jennifer Love Hewitt and Natalie Portman, suggesting there's still plenty of compete left in the ol' Slayer