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4 October 2013 Kristen Bell vs Brenda Song

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WEEKEND PPV

 

Posted by simguy on October 4, 2013, 9:12 am

 

BEFORE: Pushing and pouting in tempestuous pre-fight - both girls adept at pushing buttons on the other. "I doubt she'll make weight," Brenda snarks at podium, playing the post-partum card immediately. "I thought she was chubby before, but look at her NOW! Gross! Anyway - KBell's era is over - all those girls are getting cleaned up. This is just me doing my part in that process - brooming the old hags to the sidelines so the young and awesome can take over!"

Bell glaring, not enjoying Bren's worldview. "The last thing Brenda should be worrying about is my weight," Kristen ripostes. "What she should be worrying about is my class, my experience, my iron will. I've been eating girls like Brenda for breakfast my whole career - and she knows it! This isn't going to be a replay of 'Nessa/Mish. Brenda's not going to springboard to glory over me. All that's gonna happen, is that a blonde icon of the sport is going to put the hammer down on a generic Disney punk and make her famous for a few minutes. That's it, that's all."

Kris in hot pink bikini; small white gloves; blonde hair in perky pony with devil-may-care beach bangs. Brenda in black OP bikini; small black gloves; hair in loose, glossy black curls and tangles. Furious pouts and glares during stare-down - fighters refusing to touch gloves.

During R1: Bren bouncing, hands at her sides...she's trying to catch KBell circus-clout off the thighs, bounding in and out all springy-legged. KBell not having it: face tense with concentration, dukes up...she's jabbing to pre-empt Brenda, fix her position, then tidying her up via snappy combinations before Song can withdraw. Bren touched tastily to face, striped across her ribs and belly...when she's repulsed, she walks around to either side, well out of range, glaring prettily over either shoulder. Down the stretch, Bren makes a bid to steal the round with a pouncing assault: KBell calm in the pocket, bobbing punches, then answering back hup-hup-hup to jugs, lighting Song up at bell.

R2: Song scowling, more patient...hands still at her sides, but she's craftier now - feinting a pounce, then sliding to her right, dragging that lead (left) foot, making KBell flinch and wonder. Minute mark, Song flashes that cat's paw quickness, cuffing Bell a hook to jaw while pivoting cute around blonde right flank...Kristen stumbles forward, momentarily rocked, and Bren surges to the attack. Song driving blonde-girl to ropes, flurrying Kris into a panicky earmuff front, blonde buns riding ropes as Bell stoops forward in alarm. Brenda snarling, dipping side to side to fit whacking mitts in above either Bell hip; lowering the left shoulder to hoist wicked left uppercuts to tummy; skidding hateful right/lefts across trembling blonde lower-back. Withering stuff...Kristen distressed, trying to bob-and-roll in the pocket, but she's getting trounced...Brenda so nimble, quick and busy, constantly getting off, or shifting her angle, keeping blonde-girl under pressure. Bell: Kris cowering face-in-gloves, bent over double...Song chops a hateful little hatchet-strike right hand in behind left elbow, bringing the ref in hot for a lecture.

R3: Bell constructive off the jab, stepping in off the poke to hook Bren's gut, then try for short right uppercuts in tight. Song bangin' back...Bren flailing punches off her thighs as she's backing up, clobbering blonde-girl about the ears, buffetting Kris off balance as Bell's trying to impose will up the middle. Leads to wilder exchanges - midway through, trade in right uppercuts/left hooks goes Brenda's way, sending Krissy starry-eyed into ropes all flustered and panting. Bren shoots in like she's going to thrust the left jab to tummy, but loops a vicious overhand right to head instead: crashing wallop to cheek loosens Kristen, momentarily buckling her against ropes. Gut check for Krissy...she's hurt, forming groggy face-in-gloves, slouching forward...Bren able to square away, pack some tight left hands to firm blonde gut; chop some sidearm rights to flank, and keep Bell in position with that nudging left elbow.

During the break, Bell's left eye swells almost shut, courtesy of Brenda's haymaking overhand right...Kris ragged, discouraged, wincing on her stool.

R4: Kristen trying to jab for initiative, but it's exposing her tender eye...Brenda making her pay with swift, sexy pull-counters off the hip, just dropping her right hand over Krissy's extended left, spanking that eye. Bell forms earmuff as a result, crouching her way forward with gritted teeth...Bren grinning, hopping playfully to her right, turning Kris counter-clockwise midring. Springy in and out from Bren, her hands dangling - she'll come with a swift one-two against the guard; feint, step in, then tuck that thick left hook firm into weary blonde paunch; dip her head and whip that right hand wide and loud to flank. Bell grimacing, fielding hard potshotting touches...blonde girl brave enough to trudge forward, but it's not crowding Song or cutting off the ring. Final minute, Bren easy-breezy, retreating in good, circular order...she's walking Krissy into left hooks to tummy/right hands to breadbasket with the palm-down delivery, sidestepping to keep Kristen inching forward. RIGHT UPPERCUT, BRENDA SONG! Bren setting it up with all those body touches, circling to put weight on her back (right) foot then wedging a sumptuous right in between Krissy's mitts, catching her flush to chin. BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Kris takes the uppercut, freezes out over her feet, then plunges face-first to canvas, sprawling tummy-down, hands trapped beneath her. KO4 in devastating fashion, Brenda Song.

After: Song strutting, blowing kisses to the audience, prancing about...she's just knocked out an elite blonde flyweight and she's milking the moment. 6-foot interviewer holds the mic down for Brenda: she places her right hand on his wrist, grinning eagerly up at him for her post-fight. "I knew I was better!" Bren chirps, eyes sparkling, "But until you touch a girl up and lay her on her tummy, you don't get to brag about it. But I'm TOTALLY bragging about this now! Krissy was champ like 2 seconds ago - that makes me the best fighter in the division - maybe the best fighter in boxing! Did you see me dancing in there? I was bippin' and boppin', showin' her looks, feeding her hurt...she just had no clue. If I can do that to Kris Bell, I can do it to anybody. ANYBODY!" 

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