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BEFORE: Brittany who? It's all about Hayden-hate for 'Nessa in prefight. "I'm not jealous of Hayden," Vannessa clarifies, "I just hate how much push she gets, for what she's actually able to do. You can't pick up a BLONDE! Magazine without seeing her stupid face - even when she's getting trounced! I love that Sarah beat Hayden's butt - best thing in the world for Pannettiere and boxing. The thing is - I had a fight set for the last PPV, and HBO bumped it to get Hayden's Paris fiasco on air - then my opponent bailed and I was left in the cold again. I had to scrape this fight together - on my own - at the last second - just so I could get a tremp blonde in the ring for some frustration-venting. No time or financing for promotion - and that's all because Princess Panettiere gets whatever she wants, whenever she wants. Bad news for Brittany: she kind of reminds me of Hayden. That's gonna get her hurt."

Snow rolling her eyes at Vanessa's familiar refrain...sporty little blonde in the throes of a biting sophomore jinx - just looking to get back on track rather than wage any vendettas. "For me, this is a good opportunity to right the ship, get a good brunette in my class beat, and reposition myself for the future. I know I'm way better than my results lately - and with 'Nessa's mind so far away from this fight - I like my chances to bounce her." Snow in sporty white bra style bikini with navy blue inner lining (you can see flashes of it at hip and jug); small white gloves. 'Nessa in bright yellow bikini, small black gloves; unruly black curls loose.

During R1: Vanessa quick-stepping to midring...scooting back out of range...circling right: she won't engage until she gets everything just right. Brittany hopping forward, dukes brow high, chin tucked. Hudgens hops in at last - placing a tightly grouped cluster of straight, short lefts and rights into Brittany's guard, punching it apart and scoring to face. Hudgens quick-pivots left, jabs Brit's tummy as blonde's turning late, hops out of range as frowning Snow swipes air. Hudgens circles right, pounces: tightly grouped, straight lefts and rights stamp at Brittany's breasts - peppy pumping puts Snow on her heels, lips parted. Hudgens pivots-left, jabs the body, jabs the head, puts a rigid right hand hard across jugs: Snow again punched off her stance, baby-stepping backward. That's the gist of it - 'Nessa quick with her feet, disciplined with her hands, always in position to get off, then escaping receipts as baffled Brittany looks on.

R2: 'Nessa's quick, decisive movements have Brittany spooked: blonde standing in rigid guard, waiting instead of initiating. Vanessa stoops, jabs tummy, hops right. Vanessa leads a popping right into Brittany's high guard; scrapes a left uppercut against Brit's guard; dips, and digs a left hook deep to Brittany's ribs. Little blonde grunts, cramps up: Vanessa in close, weight on left leg as she raps tic-toc right/lefts off Brittany's sturdy waist. Quick-pivot left sets 'Nessa outside Brit's right flank: outside in left uppercut picks up Snow's face as she's crouching forward. Snow sputtering, stumbling to her left in confusion: Vanessa hopping in from the side, jamming short straight rights into the right side of Snow's jaw. Brittany hits ropes, forms panicky earmuff: defence holds up for a few seconds as 'Nessa unleashes fury, but disintegrates under the pelting. Vanessa tense with slugger's vigour - blazing hup-hup left/rights compact and quick, punching into Snow's face as demoralized blonde sits sadly in ropes. Ref bodies 'Nessa off, hugs Brittany to safety: that's TKO2 Hudgens in quality form.

After: Snow sobbing uncontrollably into referee's shirt: nightmare outing sees her taken out back the woodshed by a VERY sharp Vanessa H tonight. "That's how you take care of blonde business," beams an exultant, untouched Hudgens. "She fights just like Hayden, and I took her apart. Look at her: she still doesn't know what happened - baby, I just BOUNCED that ass, you know? Way, way too much Vanessa for this chick!"