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1 October 2010 Hayden Panettiere vs Reese Witherspoon

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(Pony Saddle Match)

PT 1

Posted by for simguy on 10/1/2010, 3:46 pm

Reese Witherspoon vs. Hayden Panettiere w/a 'Pony Saddle' stipulation (result: simguy/words: simgrrl)

Before: Both women looking more than a little uncomfortable at the weigh-in, press conference the day before the fight and their discomfort comes to the fore in this exchange during the 'face-to-face.'

"You shouldn't have signed up for this Reese," Hayden says all fluttery eyelashes and demure innocence. "Why at your age, you probably won't make it one circuit around the ring before you collapse in a heap."

"Really? And how many could YOU do?" Reese retorts, eyebrows arching.

"Oh, at least three," Hayden says boldly. "I think that's Jennifer Garner's record. And I'm a lot tougher than people think!"

Reese smiles grimly: "Be careful, Little One. You're going to get your chance to break Garner's record!"

In her prepared remarks, Reese making it clear to one and all, "I had nothing to do with this ridiculous idea. I'm just here to fight, and beat, a promising young ingenue; to show her her place and teach her a few life lessons - so she doesn't end up like Lindsay, Paris and Britney and so many other promising talents that have been squandered in Hollywood. I've settled in at The Academy and my boxing career is on track at last, so I'm not going to let some five foot TV actress derail it! Hayden's got a promising career ahead of her as an actress and if I were her, I'd get back to it sooner rather than later and leave the boxing to those who know what they're doing in the ring!"

Panettiere just rolls her eyes when asked about the 'Pony Saddle' pointing to a sheepish looking Marvin Fox cowering in a corner. "It was HIS idea; his and that evil, conniving, witch that runs The Academy. Her fighters are so old, over the hill and devoid of athletic talent she's had to sign them up for every kinky, twisted, sick, disgusting, stipulation she and the promoters can think of - just to bring in a few extra dollars. If you've read her 'manifesto' - and from what I hear in the locker rooms it's probably the ONLY 'man' in her life - she's all about 'putting fannies in the seats', 'selling tickets' and getting 'bigger PPV sells.' It's shameful how some women let the sport do this to them; and it's worse when it's another woman doing it! But when you look at her roster it's ALMOST understandable. When a 'five foot' mother of two and a 'retired' hall of famer are your 'youngsters' it's easy to see why she wants Cruz, Benz, Bell and everyone else in bra and panties, topless or...God forbid...nude. She's catering to the lowest, basest, commonest, fans - and they're lapping it up.

"But on the other hand, I welcome any opportunity to prove to the 'flyweight haters' at Tractorpull that we're every bit as tough as their beloved light and welter 'Amazons'." Glancing over at Reese, Hayden smirks and adds, "At least I know I'M woman enough to take it, I'm not sure about poor, old, Reesie..." Hayden's eyes flash with intensity, "...she can yammer all she wants about 'youth and inexperience' but," she looks around to make sure no one is "eves dropping' and continues, "just between you and me, I think she's jealous!" Several in the crowd laugh, and she says, "No, seriously; even way, way, back when she was my age she didn't have a body THIS GOOD!" Then Hayden turns slowly, letting all the reporters get a good long look at her tightly muscled little body. "And if she thinks I'll take career advice from a 'one hit wonder' she's sadly mistaken. I just wish she'd put it in writing so that after I knock her know-it-all azz out...I can shove it down her throat."

Reese leaps to her feet, jumping in bosom-to-bosom against Hayden - and definitely getting the better of her in that department. Reporters rush to the edge of the stage; paparazzi cameras snapping. Reese rears back and Hayden thinks she's gonna slap her and the youngster quickly grabs a handful of Reese's golden curls and pulls! Witherspoon lets out a squeal as she's tilted off balance, then grunts in hurt and surprise when Hayden's knee shoots up into her belly. Reese folds over gasping, which allows Hayden to grab her butt in both hands and pull her under her right arm, propelling Reese past her hip headfirst off of the stage. Fortunately, Marvin Fox was just arriving to quiet things down when Reese landed on him! They went to the floor with Reese on top; her bosom swelling out of her top on Marvin's red face!

After Security untangled everyone and restored order, Reese scrambled to her feet, straightened her clothing and, with a glance over her shoulder at the smirking Hayden, stormed out in a huff; leaving Panettiere in sole possession of the stage.

She turned and whispered to Marvin Fox, "How was I, boss? Told you I'd shake things up, didn't I!"
He patted her shoulder and nodded, "Thanks. I owe you. That's as close to first base as I ever got with an Oscar winner!"

Hayden giggles, "Glad to be of service. And don't worry; if you want to try again later, I won't hurt her...not too much."

He waved a finger in her face and cautioned, "Don't get overconfident on me again, young lady. Remember what happened the last time you got cocky!"

Hayden flutters her eyelashes innocently and pouts, "Who? Me?"

Reese in her blue Academy bikini; white trainers; blond hair in a spanky ponytail. Hayden: striped thong bikini and black shoes. Black gloves for both of the battling blond beauties.

During R1: Reese stationary in the middle of the ring, elbows tucked in, framed guard high as Panettiere goes be-bopping around her like Indians circling a wagon train; slinging in sidearm rightie under Reese's left elbow; continuing around to pump in jabs from the other side. Reese pivoting on her left (front) foot; pawing ineffectually as Hayden jerks in hard little uppercuts to the tummy or clubbing hooks to the bra, then disappears like a wraith - gone before Witherspoon can return fire.

R2: More strafing runs from buzzsaw Panny; Witherspoon clearly troubled by Hayden's bouncy velocity; like trying to hit a ghost. Reese being circled endlessly - referee at one point has to step back, shake his head; he's getting dizzy - Witherspoon covering up; letting Panettere come to her; hunkering down; taking the brunt of Panny's punches on her flanks, hips, guard. Panettiere patient, poking, prodding, punching in patches - pretty much anything beginning with a 'p' - including pummeling. Reese battered to a farethewell! Bell: Witherspoon mouth breathing after six minutes of sustained body work by Hayden who goes prancing prettily to her stool; all upbeat, sunny and smiling. Alliteration personified!

R3: Stone/Theron yapping at Reese like a couple of chihuahua's in the corner and she comes out resolute; her stabbing jab controlling Panettiere for the first time in the fight! Hayden knocked back then repulsed again as she comes hopping in. Forced to fight Reese's fight now, Panettiere initiates a sharpshooting battle of jabs mid-ring. Hayden's jab is stitch-quick and ram-stamping hard as she pounds away at Reese's rapidly reddening face. Hayden starts to pick on Reese's rack this round; dropping the right down into her cleavage to pound her right breast; coming up under the left, slamming it up - and almost out of - her left cup. Twice Reese panicky adjusting herself - and polite Panny pauses to watch and smirk. Reese backed up the final minute, arms out trying to stiff arm Hayden in a vain try to keep her off her body.

R4: Another hop-in, palm-down, hook shakes Reese early. At first she firms, then stumbles back, trips and DOWN SHE GOES! Reese sits down hard; soft bosom heaving; jugs jiggling and rippling in their bikini cups as a delayed-action bomb goes off in her head. Reese shakes her head, rolls over, pushes up onto all fours, then to a knee; resting her forearm on her raised thigh until the count reaches 8, then stands - but she's disheveled. Panny pounces! Hook-hook-hook the mid-section; straight right punches from the shoulder; punch after punch push a withering 'spoon back onto the ropes. Panettiere sets up shop between Reese's wide spread feet and chug-chug-chug's to the body; enjoying Reese's body one bite at a time to the bell.

R5: Stone reading Reese the riot act between rounds, Witherspoon nodding her understanding. She comes out, slides along the ropes in a deep crouch, exposing little of her tender middle. Panettiere stalking, pumping the jab, snapping Reese's head; getting on top of her to work both flanks with hard digging shots. SPOON'S HURT! Vicious right uppercut jerks Reese up out of her crouch and a furious combination pastes her face, bending her shoulders backward as Panny pummels Reese with her back against the ropes. Panettiere loading up the big guns; slamming sidearm rights into Reese's body as she's buffeted cringing along the ropes. Witherspoon crippled, cringing, tearing up, as she slowly slowly goes down, easing herself TO HER KNEES; rocking back to her haunches; hugging her tummy/ribs; tears streaking her flushed cheeks; huffing and puffing; lips pursed in a tiny 'o'. La Petite Golden Girl in a world of excruciating body pain as the referee stands over her counting. Reese's savvy kneel gains her a few precious seconds of respite and she's up beating the count - only to spend the final seconds with her cute butt shoved deep between the ropes as her body takes a shellacking!

R6: Oscar winner Reese out trailing a broken wing, looking sick and dismal; shying away to her right along ropes like she's about to take another knee at any second without even being hit. Panny buys into it and hops in to finish... DOWN GOES PANETTIERE!! Hayden eats a gambling, looping, right flush on the chops! As Reese twists torso-left on her follow through, Panny's legs are locked in place as her torso twists past Reese's right flank; turning in a little semi circle before crashing down and rollling onto her back - all stretched out and shipwrecked! The sight of the little blonde on her backside is very reminiscent of a similar punch Panny gobbled a few years ago in her fight with Rachel Stevens! Obviously 'smart-cookie Reese' either watched tape or the Academy has a great video editor because this was too perfect to be chalked up to luck! Panettiere blinking, crawling to the ropes to labouriously drag herself to her feet; swaying unsteadily. The ref asks if she's OK; she nods; mumbles, "Mmmmm kay..." Gloves up to her trembling lips as Witherspoon wades in to finish! Reese eyes aglow as she hammers Hayden's hooters getting small payback for her own wrecked rack. Then she bludgeons belly with breathtaking results. Panny's butt being bounced off the ropes by the barrage of blonde punching; reeling along the strands as she's subjected to a withering Witherspoon beatdown. Twice Panny's staggered, but Reese can't find the key to unlock her defense Panettiere survives, coughing up a 10-8 margin for Reese's first round win. Panettiere showing grit and mettle under trying circumstances as she wobbles to her relieved corner and flops on her stool.

R7: Hayden gets her legs back. Hayden out circling left behind that good jab and Reese does nothing to pressure her as she lets the moment pass without being able to take advantage of the wounded warrior. Reese slow in pursuit, seemingly content to push forward slowly behind her jab, right cocked looking for an opening - but not finding it. Hayden easily able to not only outrun Reese, but Panny even manages a few showy flurries right before the bell ala Sugar Ray Leonard to take the round!

R8: Hayden back over to offensive operations this round, blitzing Reese from the opening bell with quick, lead right hands on the hop-in: chopping Reese up to the belly in close; then working her way up torso to humble that proud blonde rack with a furious attack that looks, and sounds, JMD-worthy! Panny backs Reese up to ropes, shadowing her and the again going to work on her body. Snapping jabs jar Witherspoon, putting a jiggle in her glutes, then Panny plants her forehead under Reese's chin and unloads a flurry of uppies to the jugs that leave the bustier blonde breathless. Late the round, Panettiere has Witherspoon pinned in the corner and Stone stands up holding a towel, ready to throw it in. Theron grabs the towel, arguing with her; demanding Reese 'take her medicine like a woman'. Finally, Cat Bell comes out of her seat, snatches the towel from the disputatious duo - but before she can toss it a battered and discouraged Reese again sinks to one knee, shaking her head. The referee checks and waves it off. KO8 Hayden Panettiere!