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18 October 2009 Teri Hatcher vs Heather Locklear

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Posted by simguy on 10/18/2009, 4:23 am

BEFORE: Locklear set to return to Melrose: hammering old rival Hatcher a great way to sound the trumpets. "I can't wait to tear Teri up," Heather grins at podium. "She tries hard, but she's always been a little overshadowed by my legacy. It's gonna be great getting her reacquainted with defeat!" Hatcher toned up and marathon-fit these days, anxious to revisit old stomping grounds. "Heather was a good young fighter," Teri admits, "but everybody ages differently. I'm still a force, but H is shot - and Melrose Place isn't going to change that. I'll be doing the reminding in this fight: reminding Heather why she retired in the first place." Both girls lean and trim - Heather in black bikini; small black gloves. Teri in green bikini; small black gloves.

During R1: Heather pouncing Teri early - lashing brunette flanks via lanky, batting rights and lefts. Hatcher absorbing on sinewy flanks, then digging back: rigid left uppercuts stick into tummy; scrape along jugs to back Heather off. Hatcher advancing, taking the initiative: SHE bats Locklear's flanks, slender limbs shivering on licking contact. Heather not answering late: she's standing upright, elbows in, hands at face, bravely taking Teri's withering licks to ribcage at bell.

R2: Heather goes to the jab...good success knocking back Teri's head, pre-empting Hatcher's strokes. Heather sidestepping, turning Teri's left flank, keeping the poke on Hatcher's face: Teri covering up, turning on the spot, following her foe. Breezy blonde poke-and-step for much of the round: Heather returns to the ribcage late with a feisty lathering - beating Teri into a cringing state at bell. Big smile Locklear as fighters separate: Teri's flanks are smarting.

R3: Sweeping Hatcher roundhouse right catches Heather flush: little blonde jerked a quarter-turn to her right, then dropped to all fours as crowd shouts in delight. Locklear up stunned, blinking: she's damaged goods, looking forlorn at ropes when Teri comes for her. Hatcher squares away, bares fangs: she gets to lickin' - slender limbs lashing wide to Heather's ribcage - small mitts bouncing off taut flesh PIK! PAK! PIK! Heather paralyzed - face in gloves: she's a helpless vixen, hurt, confused...Teri just POURING on the shellack as poor Heather stands there. Locklear slumps back into ropes under fire; turns to her right; wilts to all fours...she's panting, blubbering, and...QUITTING! Heather Locklear awake, but apparently knocked out to the body: that's KO3 Hatcher.

After: Stirring stuff from rejuvenated Teri H: sinuous cougar tears into her blonde counterpart and leaves Locklear battered. "SO sweet," Teri grins. "Heather's an old boot - she can't compete. I thought Carmen Electra was sad - but Heather? Heather's pathetic!"