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26 August 2010 Britney Spears vs Tiffani Thiessen

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Pool Party Punchout

Posted by simguy on 8/26/2010, 9:23 am

BEFORE: Tension in prefight as handshake turns into tussle - Tiff impressing onlookers with her strength in the clinch, turning and twisting with Brit. "I'm not just here to take punches and make Britney feel good about herself," monster-underdog Tiff asserts all blue-eyes-flashing. "I feel I'm right in that group with Jennifer Love Hewitt, Dani Fishel - girls like that. Britney's going to feel my thump, and she's not going to like it one bit!" Spears snorting in derision: tangling with Tiff out of the ring has soured Brit's mood. "I refuse to call this chick 'Tuff' Tiff Thiessen," Britney declares. "I'm going with 'Fat-head' Tiff T - because ohmigod: the size of her noggin! Seriously - I know this is just rounds for me - and it's a chance for me to rock my new bikini - but I'm gonna hurt this girl a bit. She's earned it." Tuff Tiff in vivid neon baby blue bikini; black hair long, tangly-curled; white gloves. Britney in vivid yellow bikini; hair long, tangly-curled; white gloves.

Brit's new bangin' bikini: http://www.hollywoodtuna.com/photo.php?id=100824x9_spears_b-gr_17_2&title=Britney%20Spears%20Pictures&loc=3

Venue: Mandalay Bay pool party punch out brought to you by Jenny O'Dell productions: bright sunny afternoon - raised ring set up in wading pool - Hotel guests in swimsuits milling around.

During R1: Brit steppin' to midring - hands in relaxed stack at her midsection right atop left - she starts Tiff out with a brisk two-jab to tummy - neatly rolling the left shoulder to slip Thiessen's right hand receipt. Brit loose, calm, shuffling to her right: she's rolling her shoulders, dipping head to either side while staying firmly flat-footed deploying her fists in cute little swipes/swats/chops/pokes. Tiff following Brit around, brunette getting touched up: Spears fighting at medium distance, turning her girl, exploring her. Final minute, Brit shoulder-rolls a Tiff right hand, comes back a scooping right to Thiessen's heavy rack: grumpy-face for Tiff as she's picked up thick. Nice little dip-reload for Brit; she swats Tiff a short right across the mouth, then clips her a tidy little right uppercut to chin, unhinging Tiffany's knees: NOW Brit reaches in under Tiff's arms, puts a tummy on her, walks her to ropes. Spears smothering, stacking, happy to make Tiff take weight to bell.

R2: First minute, Brit fighting in space again, owning midring, turning her girl, touching her cute. Second minute, Tiff jabbing her way into Britney's chest bodies up, walks Spears to ropes: cue clinch-fight. Spears jerking Tiff around in the grasp, putting her in ropes: Tiff returning the favor. Girls with left shoulders smudging opposing breasts; left arms snaked in under opposing rights; faces thoughtful, breathing through pursed lips as touching torsos sense each other's intentions. Girls plugging in tight right hands out of this posture - each working gut/jug, keeping heads in close.

R3: Brit neatly two-jabbing Tiff's tummy midring: Spears relaxed, flat footed, but bendy-waisted - bobbing and dipping on the spot, sidestepping her girl with an easy gait. Spears showing class at close range: using the chicken-wing left elbow to push-off and steer; clouting Tiff sudden, sneaky short right hands out of the hands-stack; bumping Tiff either shoulder, turning her, keeping her off balance. Brit featuring a succulent, swatting left hook to paunch - fitting it in snug, then pressing Tiff with the chicken-wing left elbow: Thiessen grumpy, taking a systematic beating whether in crossed-arm or earmuff. Bell: bright smile Britney...she's having fun in the sun through 3.

R4: Brit shoulder-rolling Tiffany's hefty right: this time, Thiessen brings the left, and a third right, finally labelling Spears the final punch up high to temple. Britney staggered, reaching to clinch: Tiffany shoves a short left deep to paunch, shunting Brit's hips back. Right uppercut in tight picks Brit's face up; swat left hook humbles her tits...it's Tiff-on-Brit action for the first time as Spears hits ropes. POUNDING barrage shells Britney's shoulders/pecs/skull at minute mark: Tiff baring teeth, unleashing both hands, heavy jugs a-sloshing side to side as she softens Spears. Misson accomplished - Tiff reaches in under Brit's arms, stacks her ruff, hisses: "Call me 'Tuff'", then jams the right hand thick to gut. Spears sullen, shipping hurt: Tiffany shoving and slugging - using her left arm in under Brit's to control blonde; pounding Spears right hands thick to tummy, rude to jug, short to face. Spears wriggling, constantly trying for full-clinch: Tiff writhing, constantly looking to put weight on Brit, clear the right hand, and do harm. Girls stamping at times as Brit tries to spin-reverse: Tiffany too strong for it, pushing Spears back down and punishing her. In tight clinches when Tiff can't punch - she'll push her body into Britney's, then suddenly convulse, stuffing the left shoulder/forearm hard into Spears' breasts. Just a thick, close-in compression - a sudden violent spasming of Thiessen's body shocking Brit: Spears open-mouthed, hating brunette innovation. Final moments - Tiff cleaning up: she pounds Britney a right hand to paunch to separate hips downstairs, then rips Brit the right uppercut to chin...BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Spears ROCKED, going limp against ropes, sliding to her left, rolling to her back parallel to ropes. Brit: eyes closed, lips pursed...she's momentarily out on her back. Tiff stomps past, taking care to step on Spears' outstretched arm at the bicep: groggy moan, Britney, as she pulls the limb in close to her body at bell.

R5: Whole new fight: Britney bleak, disheveled, setting up pocket at ropes; Tiffany wading in, bodying up, having a go. Thiessen POUNDING Britney in her flanks and paunch - laying in and slopping on thick leather. In tight clinches, Tiff's still dangerous - keeping her left hand tight to her own chest (her left shoulder braced in Brit's tits) she jerks into Spears, compressing Britney's rack, pushing the air out of her. Happy times for Tiff - her buns ringing as she convulses against Brit, systematically loosening Spears' clinches, then getting back to pounding her. By rounds' end, Tiffany's expanded operations to include Britney's biceps - clouting away on 'em in close, then pushing-in to smother receipts. Throughout the round, Tiff's breathing hot in Brit's face: "Say I'm 'Tuff'" while Spears is all cranky/sullen from punishment.

R6: Tiff thick atop Brit at ropes...Thiessen slugging/bodying up/compressing Brit/slugging again. Spears wakes up, finally reversing Tiff into ropes and answering: Brit's turn to work out of the clinch, fitting right hands into her foe's body/breasts. Tiff writhing, getting her left arm in under Brit's right: brunette reverses and once again has her way. Back and forth - girls muscling each other into ropes in a staggering tumble along the apron: bruising, mashing stuff. Spears appears dominant down the stretch - stuffing Tiffany's spin attempts - even opening up with both hands in close underneath, cuffing paunch.

R7: Bruised battlers bathed in sweat; glistening shiny under hot sun; open-mouthed with fatigue as they fall into clinch. Mindless brawling/wrestling along ropes...fighters gasping/grunting with effort of controlling the foe or punching her. Tiff routinely breaking up Brit's full-clinch with those jerking push-ins, compressing Brit's breasts, leaving her destitute. Spears cuffing away short lefts or rights to offending paunch; shoving right uppercuts into Tiff's breasts; squirming hard to wrestle Thiessen's back to ropes. Down the stretch - Brit's back on cables, her arms wound round Tiff: Thiessen JOLTS into Brit's tits via convulsive compression with force enough to shoot the mouthpiece off Brit's teeth as she shouts "H-UHHH!" Spears all loose, drooping: Tiff pushes her off the left shoulder; clips her the right uppercut and DOWN GOES SPEARS to all fours! Bell: Tiff hands on hips, swaying from exhausting, but seething. "Call me 'Tuff' Tiff," she commands; Britney's head bowed - there's no answer.

R8: Brit mouthbreathing, all used up...she sags into ropes, digging in as Tiffany wades back on. Leaning back into ropes, Brit fits a tight right uppercut to Tiff's chin, buzzing brunette knees; as Tiff falls in, Brit cuffs her a right above left hip; bumps her the left shoulder; tips torso-left to swipe right hand across jug; tips torso-right to swat a tight hook to jaw and TIFFANY'S DOWN! Thiessen punched sleepy, stumbling back and sitting down: she's in stupor, sitting up gobsmacked, confused. Swaying 8, Tuff Tiff: Brit wades in, bodies her to ropes, systematically controls with left shoulder in Thiessen's chest. Good chopping, swiping, cuffing close-in work from Brit - mostly with right hand punching. Brit's left arm used for control: she'll reach it past Tiff's right shoulder to set up right uppies in close; she'll chicken-wing the left elbow, pressing on Tiff; she'll reach it in under Tiff's right arm to slug righty out of the clinch. Thiessen groggy, lips parted: she's a weary battler, slowly getting used up tummy to tummy through 8.

R9: Tiffany's legs are going...she's very wobbly on the march over to Spears as Brit sets up pocket on ropes. Tiff pounding away groggy - slamming fists onto Brit's shoulders/biceps - but Spears rolling-with, taking the edge off, then folding Tiff into clinches. Spears tying up, then swatting; Spears dipping her torso side to side, hands stacked right atop left at her midsection - chopping cutey-pie counters to belly/breasts/head. Thiessen stupid with punishment, dimly bashing away, but she's getting picked apart now as Brit slugs-and-clinches like a master. It's all too much - Brit working off the ropes cuffs left hand to paunch; leans back into cables to get the clipping right uppercut to chin, then just stands there as Tiff drops to her knees, arms loose around Brit's thighs, sleepy face in Brit's lap.

R10: Tiff brought round by smelling salts, urged to quit, but Thiessen lives up to her nick name by staggering out for the tenth. Brit pulling in hot breaths, all but used up herself: she eases to ropes, waiting for Tiff to stumble in. Sliding lead right hand greets Tiff's puffy face; Brit laying back on ropes, looping left arm around Thiessen's head to pull her close. Releasing the loose head-lock, Brit clouts Tiff a right across the cheek; lays back into ropes as Tiff slaps at her shoulders; then leans forward to plow right hand thick to jug. Tiffany blurting sleepily in pain: Brit sways back into ropes, clouting left hand across helpless jug - taking what she wants. Thiessen out on her feet, pushing meaningless leather at Brit: Spears just bouncing herself heavily off ropes, swatting and swiping away jug-and-face. Midway through, sneaky right uppercut punches Tiff's face up, loosening her knees: Brit shifts to her right, opens up angle on Tiff's left flank and chops her an unforgivable short right atop left hip. Tiff gurgles, turning to her right, folding forward as she hugs her body. Brit attacking off the left flank, lifts a left off her thigh into Thiessen's left ear, then clobbers a heavy right to the back of Tiff's head, ending her night. Thiessen jacknifing forward, nosing into canvas with her arms trapped beneath her: Britney too exausted to react, just lays back into ropes with her KO10.

After: Bruising, bruising stuff shows Brit's greatness/Tiff's tuffness as Thiessen proves she's nowhere near the underdog people thought. "She definitely would've beaten Jessica Simpson, Jennifer Love Hewitt - any of those girls," a weary, jug-mugged Britney admits in postfight. "Really strong - and that thing she does inside the clinch is going to be studied: she was really breaking me down with that. In the end, I'm too much blonde for a girl like this, but I'm big enough to admit I'm hurting."