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23 July 2012 Candice Accola vs Jaime Pressly

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Posted by simguy on July 23, 2012, 3:18 pm

BEFORE: "You don't get to be an elite fighter by fighting bums," Accola says by way of explanation for this surprising rematch. "Girls like Shay Mitchell or Shelley Hennig...you think they would ever DREAM of giving Jaime a rematch? No way. Difference between them and me? I'm a badass. I'm CW hegemon. And I'm not scared of Jaime Pressly!"

Pressly pretending to be asleep while Candi talks - head down on folded arms at the dais...she's all bleary eyes, smacking lips when officials "wake" her for her turn. "I'm going to tear this kid apart," Jaime says...and leaves the podium!

Jaime in royal blue bikini with white waistband; white mitts; hair in frisky ponytail with bangs. Accola in baby blue twist-tied bikini top; navy blue bottoms with baby-blue pindots; powder-blue mitts; wavy blonde hair in loose tangles.

During R1: Jaime in closed stance, left shoulder pointed at Candi; left hand dangling, chin tucked behind left shoulder, right at chest. Accola first off the mark, spritzing JP a brace of jabs from a wide stance - Accola's right hand at chin, left starting at hip prior to punching. Pressly turning clockwise as Accola pivots...Jaime rolling jabs with her shoulder...but getting chipped a bit: frisky Candace getting touches, staying at distance midring. Second minute, Pressly still just turning in the pocket, shoulder-rolling...Candi drops in a healthy one-two, landing the right to temple and knocking Jaime off-stance. Pressly still getting her feet together when a wide, whacking sidearm hook spanks off her face and DOWN GOES PRESSLY! Accola yelping with delight, jogging to neutral corner all eyes alight: Jaime bouncing right back up, cheeks blushing crimson. Upon resumption, Jaime now using her legs to hop counter-clockwise around the perimeter, but Accola's feeling her oats...Candace chasing Jaime, jabbing long to her breasts or body; scrubbing away furious one-twos when Pressly tries to answer back. Bell: shocking Accola shutout with a knockdown has her jogging back to her corner in high spirits!

R2: Jaime stone-faced, taking midring flat footed with right (back) heel up off canvas to cant her forward. Jaime dangling the left hand, holding right hand palm up around head level; Accola in slightly closed stance, right hand at chin, left at hip. Cat and mouse - Accola will step in lithe from outside, stitching her jab to Jaime's breasts or mouth, pulling back and pivoting left after deploying. Pressly springy on her feet, swiping that quick left hook up from thigh height as she's sliding backward from Accola aggression; trying to swipe Candi sudden right hands to chin. Concentration evident on the faces of both blondes, but this is Jaime's game...her reflexes allow her to cuff and swat Accola on the way in, while Candi must be satisfied by the meagre harvest of jug she's taking via the up-jab.

R3: Same cat-and-mouse at midring, but Pressly's really dialed in...high right/low left exposing her jugs for Candi's jab, but every time Accola tries for it, Jaime slams the door. Pressly too quick - her legs too springy...that dangling left a whip-shock hook coming from thigh-height to clout Candace's chin while Jaime dances back onto right foot. The right hand a stitching lick, catching Accola during quiet moments in the round when she thinks she's safe outside, only to discover Jaime can quick-pounce the distance in a heartbeat. Nothing getting through for Candace - time and again her left hand reaches for jug, only to find Pressly's scooted out of range. All the touches add up: by the final minute, Accola's got a blinking, open-mouthed aspect of confusion about her...she finally blunders into a whipping hook to chops she doesn't see and ACCOLA TAKES A SEAT! Jaime counters Candi's jab via that quick-twitch hook and walks away as Accola scoots to her buns, badly stung.

R4: Accola plucky, shaking off the hurt to regroup nicely during the break. Adjusted look for Candi - back (right) heel up off canvas to cant her forward; BOTH hands up wide, head-high, palms out. Cat and mouse continues midring...Accola will tilt forward, pawing down with her left hand, then spring back, anticipating Jaime's cuffing up-hook. Jaime coaxed forward more often - reaching her left up as Candi bats her right hand down to meet it. Both girls trying for the other's face with sudden lead right hands...grazing contact only as blonde react with dancer's reflexes and grace. Jaime missing the mark with her hook...she's having a little trouble negotiating distance against long Candi through 4.

R5: Feint; delayed pounce-step Jaime P...slashing lead right hand catches Accola mid-flinch, putting her wobbly butt. Whine of alarm from Candi as she covers up earmuff...Jaime sudden-swatting with either hand, clouting Accola about her shoulders, or slicing her along her ribs. Pressly in charge, but not pushing hard here...she'll ease off the gas, walk to her right around Accola, turning her in the pocket. Jaime will extend the left to touch at Candace's raised guard, right hand coiled to deliver vicious buggywhips to flank or ear. All one-shot pot-shotting type stuff from Jaime...Candace belted around the ring and hurt, but Pressly more interesting in toying with her foe than finishing her.

R6: Accola with the hands up/palms out look early...she intercepts Jaime on a Pressly pounce via the jab, then manages to fit the right uppercut tight to chin, PUTTING PRESSLY WOBBLY-BUTT! Jaime staring, staggering out of orbit...she covers up earmuff, backs into ropes as Candi wades in! Accola snarling prettily, lowering her head and thumping away free-swinging lefts and rights to Jaime's rock hard abs: Pressly laying upright against ropes, protecting her head while trusting her body. Accola wary after a vicious Pressly counter-hook nearly clips chin...Candace backs off, luring Jaime to midring. Stop and go attacks from Candi maintain initiative for her however...she's shooting in, flurrying to the ribs and tummy as Jaime covers up...then Accola's gone, circling away as Jaime stalks forward. Good stuff from Candace...she doesn't hurt Jaime again, but she's throwing a blanket over Pressly, dictating terms, keeping former champ defensive.

R7: Oh that pesky Candace! Jaime pursing her lips in disgust in her closed stance, left hand dangling...she's deeply unimpressed by Accola's spirited body language and vigorous attacks. Candi staying busy with the jab - peppering Jaime with it; steering Jaime clockwise with it; coming in off it to shoe-shine the Jaime's ribs, then legging out of dodge before the swift counter. Pressly strangely listless, trying to time her foe for one good swat...Accola able to lunge in and out, outworking Pressly for points.

R8: Accola maintaining her tempo - tapping jabs head and midsection on Jaime; rotating clockwise; lunging in off the poke to flurry at Pressly's proud torso. Jaime with an air of disdain - none of this stuff is hurting her...but she's letting Candi work, move and appear energetic. Pressly satisfied with the odd twitching cuff-hook off her thigh - rarely pressing behind that spring-loaded right...Candi able to hustle for points as Jaime looks for the show-stopping one punch KO.

R9: Jaime with the dangling-left, closed stance look...she's flinching to her right as Candi flicks jabs to cheek...Accola stepping-with, jamming the right hand chaser in over Pressly's left shoulder - doubling it behind Pressly's left ear; hooking Pressly's mouth from the oblique angle and JAIME'S BUZZED! Pressly stumbling out of her stance, momentarily wobbled...Accola able to chase Jaime ropeside with jabs, then tune up the tummy hup-hup-hup - coming off the body with a joyous left hook to chin off the right (back) plant leg! PRESSLY'S STARING! Jaime laying back against ropes hands palm-out at temples...Candi bends in close to sweep a SLAMMING right hand to breadbasket that finally seems to shake Jaime. Candace straightens up with pushing her left against Jaime's guard; looping right hammers Pressly's left ear, followed by digging left hook to liver before Jaime chops back righty. Candace backs off, luring Jaime to midring, but before Pressly can set, Accola's pouncing in again off the jab - lashing the body, staying on Jaime as Pressly's rolling-right and trying to slip the work. Candace scoring, then sidestepping to turn Jaime's left flank - taking advantage of Pressly's closed stance to step BEHIND her...Pressly obliged to retreat from the bad angle, allowing herself to be influenced around the ring. Bell: Accola delighted, eyes dancing...Jaime grim-faced, realizing she may have dug herself a hole through 9.

R10: Jaime jabbing gut/head at the open, pre-empting Candi, then catching Accola a chopping right cross as Candi's trying to issue. Accola staggering back to regroup, only to be lit up via lunging Pressly whip-hook...Candi hounded all the way to ropes, where she stoops forward in earmuff. Jaime: sidearm buggywhip right to gut, carving poor Candace; limber left hook spanking Candi's right-side lats. Candace absorbing, then answering - laying back into ropes as she lifts the left uppercut, scraping Jaime's face. Pressly with the wide left hook scores to cheek, then the sidearm right to waist as Jaime dips low and to her left...she's getting limber on Candace, starting to hand out wallop. Accola outgunned, but game...she's defending in the pocket, sponging up shellack, but answering in spots - fitting Jaime for tasty little right uppercuts, or cutey-pie left/rights off the ropes. Good stuff - Jaime keeps the pressure on, winning the round clean, but not breaking her foe down...goes to the cards and comes back an earthshattering UD10 Accola!

AFter: Jaime looking gut kicked - eyes bleak, lips parting in what-just-happened shock...she pisses away valuable middle rounds and comes up short AGAIN to Candace Accola. Accola eyes wide, hands at her cheeks as tears start to flow...it's a huge, huge win for a young starlet trying to separate herself from her peers. "I knew I could do it, I KNEW it," Accola blurts in postfight, "but nobody gave me any chance to double up on Jaime. She's such a terrific athlete, you think there's no way to beat her, but I found ways! I just never got caught up in her hype - I stayed busy on her, and I didn't panic when things didn't go my way. Shelley, Shay, Annalyne - all those little hags - they can all just suck it! I'M best in show - me: CANDACE ACCOLA! I'm the girl who's emerging from the pack to take boxing by storm - not them!" On and on in that vein - Candace with a lot to say about her peer group and how she's leaving them far behind and looking for big money showdowns. Candi not shy about giving her ambition names: Laura Vandervoort; Kate Beckinsale; Olivia Munn; Summer Glau - these and many more are slated for destruction by a very hegemonic-sounding Candace indeed. Press and pundits impressed - calling Candi/Jaime the most monumental upsets since Summer Glau's destruction of the likes of Britney Spears and Serinda Swan.