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16 Jan 2009 Leighton Meester vs Brittany Snow (III)

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Posted by simguy on 1/16/2009, 7:21 am

Before: "This is where I break her," a stern-faced Leighton assures the press. "I'm sick of this girl riding my coat-tails: it's time to shake her off. I'm gonna expose this little tramp for what she is: just another no-hope blonde on her way to the mud-wrestling pit." Snow just as determined: if looks could bruise, Leighton would be lumpy. "She shouldn't have walked me," Snow says bitterly, eyes flashing. "That's going to haunt her for the rest of her career, because I'm never going to let up on her. I'm going to derail her career in this fight, but even down the road - whenever she shows signs of life - I'll be there to clamp down. Oh and by the way: I WILL be trying for the knockout in this one. Leighton has that and more coming." Meester in green lace push up; jazzy print bikini bottoms (greens, yellows, oranges, mauves); black gloves. Snow in white cashmere crochet bikini (tawdry); white gloves. Meester outraged during ring instructions, saying: "Could you be any sluttier? Go and change!"

During R1: Snow up the middle, wading into Leighton's breadbasket, ribs and breasts with walking barrage of lefts and rights. Meester beaten ropeside, grimacing under duress: Snow sets up to fight off proud brunette chest. Workmanlike stuff: Brittany rough with Leighton - pushing her, bodying her up - then chugging away rhythmic, pumping rights and lefts to waist and lungs. Leighton unable to punch, unable to push or spin her way out: she takes a bell to bell drubbing from a hardworking blonde in the first.

R2: Snow's face hard with determination: she wades into Meester, chugging away lefts and rights, stepping brunette to ropes. Blonde piling in all tummy and jugs, making Leighton take weight - then Britt shunts her butt back, keeps her head under Leighton's chin and works that body. Busy, thumping assault: Meester wriggling, trying to tie up, trying to push and bump, but Brittany just won't give an inch. Snow blanketing Meester, systematically punishing her bell to bell...again!

R3: Leighton's lips pouting - she's concerned, but focused off her stool. Jolting jabs from Meester - she's legging to her left, turning Brittany midring. Snow weaving her way forward, but unable to drive-in: Leighton sidestepping, using footwork to answer Brittanhy's stubborness up the middle. Shutout Meester: she works behind her jab, settles herself down, starts to dictate terms through 3.

R4: Similar stuff - Meester keeping the fight midring, controlling her blonde via jabs and footwork - but Leighton wants more. Brunette gambling on Brittany's chin - stepping in with bold right uppercuts, really picking Snow up fierce. Brit rocked, on her heels: Leighton uses moments of blonde confusion to snap off tart combinations, strafing Snow's upperbody. Brittany on her heels, catching hard licks, then touched up in combination, then bewildered as Leighton circles away. Shutout Meester - damage beginning to accrue on a confused blonde beauty.

R5: Torrid two way slugging. Snow willing to dare Leighton's clever fists, eating punches to get close and clobber Meester in retaliation. Action spills around the ring as Meester pastes Snow, then reels away from furious blonde reprisals. Snow coming forward, but Leighton's footwork still effective - sometimes luring Snow into trouble, sometimes turning her and negating her aggression. Meester disorganized by the occasional overhand right upside her head: Snow punching with much more authority, slugging Leighton off her stance at times. Meester tagging Snow as well - walking aggressive blonde into lusty right uppercuts that pick Brit up and move her back as Leighton piles in. Down the stretch, furious, winging trade sees Leighton land a series of buffetting rights and lefts to Snow's face. Brittany's stunned, staring, stumbling: she staggers to ropes glassy eyed as Leighton steals the round with a final flurry.

R6: Meester to the body for the first time - surprising Snow with a walking barrage of lefts and rights into the thickness of blonde middle. Ropes: Brittany groaning, trying to punch her way off; Leighton crowding close and banging, turning torso into short, bludgeoning lefts and rights. Snow's head getting clobbered - then Leighton's in there sampling jug, scrubbing away on cashmere as Snow blurts in outrage. With Snow slumping in ropes, demoralized, Meester dips her left shoulder, hooks her blonde to trunks, collapsing Brittany's fragile front. JAILBREAK! Brittany's crying, slouching forward behind her gloves: Meester's seething, teeth bared, lathering lefts and rights across Snow's scalp, then her upperback, then her lower back as BRITTANY GOES DOWN! Snow melting at Leighton's feet, blubbering, trembling on all fours; Meester screaming down incoherently as ref bodies her back. Snow can't get off her knees - tearstained beauty gives it up to Leighton KO6.

After; Meester giddy with triumph - shouting "YES!" while bunching her fists and stooping forward, then savagely hugging her corner-mates. Snow inconsolable: fight unravels for Brittany after a sturdy start seemed to have Meester wilting. "I TOLD you guys she was a tramp," Meester crows in postfight, eyes dancing. "I hung back early, let her spend up some money - then I just rolled her up! She was putty in my hands: cheap blonde putty! I'm ready for bigger and better boys - much better!"