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18 April 2014 Cassie Scerbo vs Alexa Vega

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Posted by simguy on April 18, 2014, 1:18 pm

BEFORE: Hate at first sight: FCBA just isn't big enough for two snarky, hot-blooded, pint-sized blondes. Scerbo's look of fury while being restrained from behind as she tries to get at Alexa an instant classic; Vega's constant Pearl-Harbour attempts and resultant skirmishes keeping security on its toes in an exhausting pre-fight. "I've seen some shameless copy-catting in my day," Cassie glares at podium, "but Alexa takes the cake! I'm getting a serious 'Single White Female' vibe from this chick, I mean - get your own style already! Seriously: this girl needs to be put down. Obviously, at flyweight, that's a pretty long list, but this girl tops it!"

Vega all nostrils flaring, barely in control as she speaks from a podium not 10 feet away from hated Cassie. "Cassie Scerbo is so last year," Alexa sniffs, putting nearby security on def-con 4 as Scerbo shifts in her seat. "She hates that someone new has come along, but it's happened, and there's nothing she can do about it. You know what else she can't do anything about? Stop me from going tummy! Oh my GOD I'm going to tear it up on Cassie! You guys..." That's too much for Scerbo - she's out of her seat, face feral, eyes blazing as prefight descends into yet another little blonde free-for-all.

Cassie in 'Nado bikini - neon peach top with fun floral print bottoms in hues of mauve/blue/white etc; white gloves; tawny-blonde hair in loose tangly curls. Alexa in black bikini with bright white strings; white gloves; hair in fighting pony with strand-bangs bracketing face. When asked to touch-em-up in the ring, Alexa tries to slap-chop a right at Cassie's breasts, but Scerbo's been anticipating it since training camp, skipping out of range and shouting "HAH!"

During R1: Wide stances, little shimmy-steps or pivots, left hands hovering out front, bouncing in the air - right hands near chins. The girls jab at tummies, hook at tits, try for hot right crosses to chins. They dart in and out together quick as chipmunks - rapping one another's torsos in batting rights and lefts, each trying to leave a calling-card swipe on breasts or face upon departing. Each girl vulnerable on the pounce-in: each trying to time the other for the intercepting right hand as a result. Cat-quick left hooks swipe across in palm-down arcs, the girls viciously trying to take the mouthpiece off one another's teeth. Too close to call for two minutes as fighters work a blistering pace, but down the stretch, Cassie gets the timing perfect. Alexa pounces in; Scerbo drops a short right hand to chin over Vega's low left - collision of fist on chin puts Alexa on all fours at Cassie's feet! Scerbo delighted, taking the opportunity to step across Alexa's back to straddle Vega like a little colossus...Scerbo grinning, hands in behind her head as she grind her hips/bites her lower lip like she can't stand how sexy she is. Ref shoos Scerbo away: she's all sunny-smiles, dancing eyes with the 10-8 first.

R2: Alexa hot-cheeked, anxious to answer...she's in off up-jabs from the hip, trying to pound the short slap-chopping right onto Cassie's jugs, then flurry from there. Leads to hot-tempers as Scerbo resents the jug-clapping: she's back with thumbside-up hooks across Alexa's rack, then both girls are just in and pitching! Whirling insanity - fighters falling in cheek to cheek as they pelt away; pushing off by hooking one another's tits to reset; falling in again with swarming mitts. Overheated girl-scent rises from the ring as fighters lather each other hip to head...they're panting mirror images all angry/bytchy snarls, furious eyes as they part for a moment, then dive back in. Neither girl able to hurt the other - each just pasting away with maximum effort to put the extra punch on her foe...Cassie wins the punch-count contest, though both torsos are pink as piglet-bellies from the punishment!

R3: Cassie imposing a little will here, showing her class/veteran wiles this round. Wide stance, flat feet, but bouncing at the knee - Cassie waits with right near her chin, left hovering out front waist-high, issuing pre-emptive up-jabs as Alexa pounces in. Touching the jab to Vega-pate, Cassie will slide back in-stance; clip a palm-down hook across Alexa's mouth from the right (back) plant-leg; hook-and-pivot clockwise while shifting weight to front (left) leg; claim a little jug via opportunistic, swiping right hand chaser. Vega FURIOUS at the treatment, but she's turning and turning, getting touched and bamboozled...Cassie keeping Alexa at arm's length, vexing her for points in a classy third. Bell: SLAP-CHOP RIGHT from Cassie clouts atop Alexa's tingling rack, winning a bleat of protest from already smarting Vega.

R4: Alexa driving forward off her jab, crouching on approach to work right/lefts hup-hup to Cassie's gut. Scerbo driven backwards early, but firming at apron: she works from dukes-at-cheeks, feeding Alexa bob-and-uppercut lefts, then clouting her the short right to ear. Back and forth, VERY tidy: girls keeping fists closely grouped around chins as they bob on the spot, each taking turns getting in under the other and tidying up midsection, tits. Cassie trading hard, but Vega SO determined...Scerbo eventually touching ropes with her back - assuming more of a defensive earmuff front as round progresses. Alexa boring in - butting her head into Cassie's guard; hooking wide around Scerbo's right elbow, biting in deep with thumbside-up delivery; clubbing right hands ear and body both. Down the stretch, it's all too much...TORRID Vega hup-hup pumps Scerbo's gut, bunching her up hurt: clean-up right uppercuts take Cassie again and again to jug, dropping her to all fours! Cassie bleating, hair in her eyes...Vega steps forward to straddle Cassie's back while looking out at the crowd; Vega's hands grab the top rope and SHE starts sexy dancing - tossing her head side to side, twerking her hips, all while poor Cassie's hurt and confused on the deck.

R5: Alexa strong off the knockdown, driving Cassie to ropes and squaring away to work her over. Scerbo gnashing her teeth, trying to keep her dukes up while protecting body with her elbows: Alexa investing heavily in waistline with both mitts snapping at Cassie-meat, while wide right hands whack away at Scerbo's ear up top. Bully's work for Vega - she's pushin' and punchin' on Cassie, getting work done: Scerbo snatching back the odd hot-counter, just enough to keep the ref from doing anything stupid.

R6: Swinging right hand over the top for Vega: CASSIE GOES DOWN! Ringing blast to chin spits Scerbo to her right, drops her to all fours - Vega leans in to shout abusive taunts until ref shoos her away. Cassie blinking away tears, hurt, giving up big points now...she's up for a rickety 8, digging in at ropes. Vega bounces on in all angry eyes and jostling-jubblies, but Cassie won't roll over. Torrid pate-to-pate fighting results as girls bump and grind at close quarters. Vega drawing warnings for low blows when she's laying her head against Cassie's guard and lapping her mitts down below. Cassie tearing up the Vega rack with rip-roaring right/left uppercuts in hup-hup flurries, momentarily leaving Alexa open-mouthed in shock.

R7: Cassie calms down, fights a more disciplined series of set-piece battles, letting Alexa commit to the pounce, then picking her off en route. Cassie's jab crisp, sharp from the hip, catching Vega to pate and stalling her at medium distance. Scerbo counter-pouncing forward with short, churning right/left/rights, scrubbing Vega's face to drive her back, then Cassie backs off herself, resetting herself to await Alexa's fury. Vega frustrated by Cassie's clever hands, cutie-pie hook-and-pivot angle-changes...Scerbo gradually picking her girl apart, accumulating damage over the course of the round. Down the stretch, trade in rights and lefts goes Cassie's way when her hook jams onto Alexa's mouth, putting Vega wobbly-butt on her heels. Not enough time to finish, so Cassie treats herself to a slap-chop right HARD atop Vega's proud rack - Alexa shouting, eyes shut tight in protest at bell. Cassie flashing a bratty little grin en-route to her corner, feeling good about herself after turning the tide in the 7th.

R8: Cassie: wide stance, eyes wide...she's trading with Alexa as both girls get furious at the open. Scerbo trying to time Vega's punches for one-two receipts on the tilt forward, then shifting weight to back (right) leg while trailing hook-across-the-chops. Vega punching hard combinations herself, trying to find Cassie's off-switch - girls kissing punches off pates, cheekbones, shoulders, each trying to be first to chin. Minute mark, Cassie leans away from a rifling Vega right; shifts forward into a one-two that misses as Vega ducks, but the trailing hook catches Alexa clean to chin as she's looking to answer! Vega whipsawing at her own left sails...she's out on her feet, eyes staring! Cassie sets and hops, carrying a hook with all her weight into Vega's tits, toppling the stiff-legged little blonde onto her back! Alexa sobbing, hands palm-up around her head, chest shuddering with emotion...Cassie jogs to neutral corner all beaming and excited, counting with the ref as ALEXA CAN'T BEAT THE COUNT! Vega crying on her back, knees rising and falling...it's KO8 in see-saw fashion, Cassie Scerbo!

After: Scerbo refusing to spare the lash - soon as Alexa's presentable, Scerbo scoops the girl up off her stool, holds her close in a brawny right arm and parades the ring in a stinging "Welcome to the FCBA" walk of shame. Something to see - brassy little blondes side by side, one mean and loving it; the other miserable and tormented, trying to maintain a brave face as she's displayed in the corners. Vega's momentum brought to a halt tonight, but not without providing dire threats to Cassie's brand-dominance: Alexa proving herself to be a worthy adversary in a space populated by some of the best fighters in the division