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21 June 2013 Piper Perabo vs Troian Bellisario

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Posted by simguy on June 21, 2013, 1:26 am,

BEFORE: Troian the most confident ingenue in the game post-Hu. "Summer Glau battered Piper Perabo," Troian smirks when the topic of Piper's brawny little body and overall muscularity comes up. "I'm like Summer Glau 2.0 - a Summer Glau with real boxing brains and better accuracy. The question isn't whether I can handle Perabo's muscle inside - it's whether she can handle my legs and ferocity outside, 'cause that's where the fight's gonna take place. I'm not the aw-shucks little brunette you guys thought I was before the Kelly Hu fight. I'm the lethal young actress who took Kelly Hu apart in the boxing ring, and it's gonna be even worse for Ms. Perabo!"

Piper frowning, ill-amused...not only is ingenue-swagger irritating, but having Glau thrown in her face has Perabo on edge. "Troian's got brass, comparing herself to Summer," Piper grumbles at podium. "Summer's a whip, she's a willow-switch: Troian's a pencil. I'm gonna snap this little punk in two. Let's see how cocky she is once I've been at her ribs. I'm not some 50 year old former-great: I'm the best pressure-fighter at bantamweight, and I'm gonna give this kid hell!"

Troian in black bikini with white elastic waistband and under-jug band; small black gloves; dark hark back in slick low pony. Piper in padded tiger-print push up bra; black velvet boy-leg panties; small black gloves; hair in loose blonde curls. Staredown: Troian smirking, Piper frowning...Bellisario reaches to touch gloves when asked, then pulls her hand away, chirping: "gotta earn it, Piper." BRASS.

During R1: Hook to the ribs; chopping right hand to the ribs; brawny blonde shoulder bump in the guard: Troian's on the ropes. Hook to the waist - Piper thumping the mitt off meat, bringing the hand back to her chest on snappy follow through. Chickenwinged left elbow braces Troian's earmuff guard, keeping her ropebound; healthy sidearm right bats lats, bouncing off lean beef. Jerky left uppercut kisses Troian's guard, then doubles down into thumping left hook under right elbow. Smashing right to left shoulder tips Troian onto her right leg for a moment. Withering left takes her in left arm pit. On and on - Piper bashing away snappy, pushing and bumping to reset, standing in front of Troian at ropes, beating her without mercy. Bellisario frowning, eventually breaking-guard to tie up...ref pushes Piper out, but she stubby-jabs her way in, forcing Troian to cover up and take. Bell to bell Perabo: she thumps away on fat-free Bellisario, pushes off all big-girl, scowling and stomping angry-butt back to blonde corner.

R2: Thumping hook to paunch; bashing right to left ear; hook bracing the raised guard drives Troian to ropes at the stagger. Bellisario forms earmuff, stooping forward as Piper steps-to: blonde girl DIGGING into her brunette via the left hook downstairs - carving the punch palm-up under the protective elbow, cutting into belly. Healthy, shellacking rights take Troian in left-side lats - Piper belting away from a 3/4s arm-slot. Perabo crossing arms to push-in against Troian's guard, or just shoulder bumping her back...blonde in a nice shove-and-slug rhythm, steadily reducing her brunette. Troian realizing this isn't going to go away, starts answering back late: brunette chipping away on blonde chin pesky little right uppercuts, covering up quick as Perabo's hammering back right/left to head in receipt.

R3: Fighters walk to midring - Troian striding into a drifting right cross to chin...PIPER'S HURT! Perabo stutter-stepping on the spot, astonished to have been rocked...she's disorganized, hands out to the side, leaving her open to a slapping left hook/chopping right combo to chin! Piper sponging up the punishment, stumbling forward...Troian retreating in good order, walking Piper's face into drilling right hands and slinging, swipe-across left hooks. Perabo's legs prove heroic, taking Troian's thunder...middle minute sees blonde girl right the ship via thudding lefts and rights bashed into Troian's aching ribcage. Bellisario grouchy, frowning, circling to her right while pumping the check-jab, occasionally leaning into to drift Piper's chin that slicing right. Troian's round - she hurts Piper enough to slow blonde pursuit to the point that Perabo can be managed. Piper able to punish ribs in spots despite an effective face-pasting.

R4: Fighters close - Troian strides into that sneaky one-TWO - really drilling that right hand in and down across Piper's chin. BLONDE GIRL WOBBLY-BUTT! Perabo staring in confusion, staggering to her left, trying to stabilize: Troian heartless as she circles clockwise around a spanking jab, stitching it into Piper's face. Perabo staggering forward, thighs and backside rolling loose as she's still not all together: Troian jabbing to channel Piper into spanking right hands to face, then sidestepping to turn. Troian really pasting away - great, drilling connects punching back Piper's head, drawing oohs and ahhs from the crowd...still Perabo manages to find her legs, increase the pace and get on Troian late. Down the stretch, girls are fighting pate-to-pate - Perabo thumping her hands off ribcage; trying for the odd left uppercut as Troian starts holding towards the bell.

R5: Troian boxing like a little champ, pivoting clockwise around her lead (left) heel, punishing Perabo's face that heartless left jab. Piper taking spank, crossing arms and bobbing on approach...Bellisario wheeling and dealing with great accuracy, long arms extending to stick away on Piper. Perabo lunging in spots, but Troian anticipating, activating her long legs to lope out of range...shades of Summer Glau here as Troian torments Piper for points outside.

R6: Piper stubby-jabbing, scooting forward, chasing Troian to ropes: different fight when Perabo can establish top-position at apron. Piper cycling the jab into Troian's raised guard, then THUMPING the waistline right/left...Piper really getting in there thick, making slender girl feel it. Troian groaning from body-shots, cringing forward in receipt, pushing Piper back by her shoulders...Perabo bobs her way back in, arms crossed with right at left shoulder/left at right elbow. Piper methodical, working the core, ribs, and arms of her foe - constant beat of Perabo's gloves, constant press of blonde's sturdy body putting a strained look on Troian's face through 6.

R7: Piper stubby-jabs Troian to ropes, sets up strong and really gets work done. Bellisario: teeth bared, jaw clenched; hands at temples; butt in ropes. Piper pushing forehead into Troian's guard, crowding her, deploying thumping right/lefts to waist/hips, bouncing mitts off meat. Piper so brawny - rolling her left shoulder at Troian to jostle; pushing Troian off with the left elbow...Bellisario suffering in the pocket, getting bullied. Troian attempting clinches, but Piper so wriggly in the grasp: blonde girl able to get hands free/beat gut while Troian's tying up around Piper's head. Down the stretch, Troian's got no choice: she's trading hot to the body, girls pumping each other lefts and rights, then roaming up top with competing left hooks...DOWN GOES TROI! Bellisario's mouthpiece punched clear off her teeth - knees give way, dropping her awkwardly down/into the ropes. Piper snarling down all satisfied with the destruction as poor Troian's reaching for ropes at bell.

R8: Troian trying to circle-out behind her jab, but legs aren't what they should be: Piper able to stubby jab from a bobbing approach, chasing Troian to ropes. Beatdown ensues...blonde girl in rhythm - pushing on Troian, bumping her brawny, beating her body, beating her arms, cudgelling her about the ears. Bellisario increasingly shabby, mouth open behind her guard...uppercuts are picking her up now, draping her in ropes; thudding body shots are buckling her knees, lowering her hands to expose head to trauma. Perabo heartless, hard-eyed, just pouring it to Troian, beating her and pushing her...it's just steady, sheeting punishment. Down the stretch, Troian bent over double, head at Piper's waist-level...blonde looming over her foe, fetching Troian THUDDING, brutish blows in behind either elbow. Bellisario sobs in pain, drops to knees and forearms...she's fighting back tears as she's saved by the bell.

Candi Accola tweets: "YAY! PIPER'S DESTROYING TROI!"

R9: Stiff resistance from Troian turns into gradual counter-offensive...she fights Piper to a standstill pate-to-pate, then steps out, works the jab, starts locating right hands on Perabo's chin. Piper's legs still gobbling up Troian's power, but the crisp connects are startling, frequently stalling blonde pursuit so brunette can pivot to fresh angles. By the final minute, Troian's extending on punches, raking Perabo from outside, while blonde girl's bobbing in frustrated crossed-arm.

R10: Troian all busted up, but resolute: fierce little puncher steps strong to midring, right hand at cheek while she pumps jabs from the front (left) foot. Piper bobbing in crossed arm, unable to penetrate: Troian jabbing, then pivoting 45 degrees clockwise, touching Piper poke, then leaning in to kiss the right hand off pate. Minute mark, Perabo getting potshotted, munching on one-twos...she turns-with Troian's sleek pivot: Bellisario chop-hooks Piper's right eye, picks her up a SHARP right uppercut from in close and BLONDE GIRL WOBBLY-BUTT! Piper staring, baby-stepping forward: she eats an extra left uppercut to chin; a right uppercut to chin, then gets spun as Troian slaps Piper's right elbow while sidestepping clockwise! Troian eyes blazing, she's lighting Piper up, going for broke! Perabo turning, crossing arms in confusion as vicious criss-cross lefts and rights rake across her front. Blonde girl staggering forward into withering fire - Troian retreating in good order, getting off tic-tac-toe, then turning, keeping Piper off-balance. Perabo's curvy legs and backside hold her up - she absorbs terrific shellack, face busting up nicely as Troi gives all she can, but can't find the off-switch. Bell: Bellisario pouting, stamping her foot in frustration...she knows Piper's durability probably saved her tonight. UD10 Perabo: harsh feelings still evident as Troian's scowling, shaking her head "No" when Piper's left arm is raised.

AFter: Perabo busted up, but jubilant - 5 rounds a piece but blonde weight of shot produces the decisive knockdowns. "She's a little bytch," Piper says in postfight, still feeling the Troian-hate after a hard dime. "I bounced her off the canvas, thought I could stop her, but she IS a competitor, much as I hate to admit it. Took the starch out of her with those body shots - that's why I was able to score knockdowns and she wasn't. Her punching didn't really bother me - more of a nuisance than a danger. I'm just glad I got to punish her: she definitely needed to feel my authority tonight. Way too snarky for her own good!"