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8 February 2013 Kelly Carlson vs Ashley Greene

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Posted by simguy on February 8, 2013, 6:22 pm

BEFORE: "I respect Kelly's body," Ashley says of her opponent in prefight, "she's a well-conditioned girl...but if you're still hanging around in your 30s and you've never really transitioned from your ingenue status? There's gotta be something wrong with your compete. Kelly's got all the physical tools, but the difference between stars like me, and utility-blondes like Kelly, is drive. I've got it; Kelly doesn't, and that'll show up in the fight!"

Carlson stung by Greene's podium attack...Kelly's a blonde-girl on a mission in response. "Me vs Ashley is a story as old as Hollywood itself," Kelly acknowledges. "I could have had the White Queen role in X-men (ed. note: went to January Jones instead); I could have played the Queen in Snow White (ed. note: Theron!) but the fact is...those opportunities aren't coming my way. I've got the chance to beat down a pampered starlet in this fight; a chance to take out all my frustrations and disappointments, and Ashley's going to pay for what she said about me. Yes - she's the hot young up-and-comer; she's the girl who gets magazine covers and big movies, but you know what? That stuff just motivates me to punish her. That's what this fight's going to be: punishment, not competition. And I can't WAIT!"

Kelly in white sport bikini; small white mitts; shoulder length hair in damp beach tangles. Ashley in teal bikini; small black gloves; hair in gym-rat high pony with ringlets framing face.

During R1: Confident clockwise walking spiral draws competitors close - they jab to locate, then mix it up hot-n'-tasty at combination-punching range. Elbows in tight, girls bob and bump for position, then get off snappy - small mitts denting toned rib and tummy meat PIK! PAK! PEK! Greene busier, feister, finding a home for the short left uppercut in Kelly's breadbasket; chopping right hands in behind Kelly's left arm. Blonde girl giving ground, hustling brisk left/right/left straight-punching combos onto Ashley's advancing jugs; swinging a scooping right uppercut to tummy, but Greene won't be denied. Brunette coming forward on her blonde, setting a torrid, high-octane pace in the first.

R2: Fighting along the ropes - same compact, bobbing stances - girls working each other over in tight. Midway through, Greene starting to impose herself...she's got Kelly showing earmuff against ropes - Greene spanking the waist right/left; flashing the right uppercut across Kelly's guard to keep her covered up. Ashley tilting torso-left for an angle on Kelly's right flank...brunette's left uppercut grazes Kelly's right shoulder; Carlson issues a right uppercut receipt, exposing her ribs; Greene DIGS in gruesome to liver - palm-up left hook just gouging behind Kelly's right elbow, buckling Carlson's knees. Blonde girl sobbing in pain, sliding to her left with how-could-you anguish in pretty eyes...Greene all ho-ho-ho as she walks Kelly down; squares on her; beats the waist right/left, then; tips torso-left in hopes of hooking liver for the win! Kelly grimacing in gut-shot agony - sliding into her own corner and riding out the storm with a bobbing pocket...curvy legs hold Kelly up, but she's in tears at the bell, hugging herself as Ashley struts away cocky!

R3: Ashley all frisky-puppies now - jabbing Kelly to ropes; working the waistline vicious, snapping little right/lefts as Carlson shows peek-a-boo up top; tilting torso-left for cruel, digging, short left hooks to lats and ribs, always searching for the sweet spot behind Kelly's right elbow. Tepid little left uppercuts or swatting hooks in spots from Kelly: she's still hurt, just trying to keep her torso tight and covered up, absorbing a thumping beatdown in the process. Starting to look like young-and-hungry putting the boots to experience through 3.

R4: Same again - Ashley in top-position at ropes, going at Kelly's torso as blonde-girl forms rigid defensive earmuff guard. Beating of the waist sets up little left uppercuts to right shoulder, then DIGGING left hooks behind right elbow...Greene just hunting liver on Kelly. Carlson wearing down, teeth bared in grimace...Greene's relentless work finally sees her sink a gorgeous hook into the sweet spot on Kelly, drawing a sob of pain, sitting Carlson into ropes and DROPPING HER TO HER KNEES! Kelly cringing all fours, eyes shut tight as she whines for breath...Ashley grinning all cocky-starlet - hands high as she struts to neutral corner. Carlson up for a weepy 8 - visibly distressed when Ashley wades on in, but TORRID blonde resistance greets a brunette bully toe-to-toe! Kelly fighting with grim desperation, pitching side to side with punches from other mitt, laying back on ropes for support. Ashley punched across her face and breasts, but refusing to back off: she grinds in, digging at Kelly's breadbasket and crashing fists upside blonde head in a free-swinging melee to the bell! Ref forced to pull Greene off her foe as girls are lost in slugging haze through 4.

R5: Same script for Ashley: jab Kelly to ropes; dig savagely at her gut with both mitts bouncing off Kelly-meat; look to tuck hooks behind right elbow as Carlson's wilting forward behind her mitts. Minute mark sees Ashley get it right: left uppercut punches Kelly's right shoulder as prelude to a puncturing hook to liver...Kelly gasping "OH-H!" as she cringes, then collapses to haunches, hugging her ribs/placing forehead on canvas. Ashley crowing: "JACKPOT!" as she's gazing down. Ref pushes her back, but the count's a formality...KO5 Ashley Greene in bruising fashion.

AFter: Kelly crippled - blubbering in agony as her people try to get her to sit up on her haunches: all she wants to do is cuddle herself and sob into the canvas. Ashley standing nearby, gazing upon blonde wreckage with grinning pride...Greene almost mesmerized by the damage she's done tonight, her gloating presence making things that much worse for poor Carlson. "I knew I was better, but damn!" Greene breezes in postfight. "That's what I like to see: blonde girls on their knees, cringing and crying from the work I did. I hated on her body because she's obviously so proud of her chassis, you know? You come in that fit, you're basically daring me to break you down - and honey: you don't EVER want to dare me to go at your ribcage!"