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19 July 2013 Lacey Chabert vs Julianne Hough

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Posted by simguy on July 19, 2013, 9:10 am

BEFORE: "Girls don't see big-jug power at 110," Chabert smirks cockily in prefight. "Hough can't prepare for me, just like Kris Bell never could. I'll hit her, and she'll realize it's a whole different ball game. I'll get my body on her, and she'll realize she's not strong enough to push me off. By the time she realizes she's drowning, it'll be way too late. Lacey Chabert plays for keeps, guys: Julianne's getting hurt."

Hough upbeat, rounding into form as BLONDE! Magazine's "Best young talent since Sarah Carter", keeping the ball rolling against Lacey job 1 for team Hough. "She's never gonna hit me bingo on the chin," Julianne smiles at podium. "All that 'big-jug' power of hers is gonna go to waste, 'cause her legs just aren't in the same category as mine. I'll take what I want, when I want it from her, and there's not going to be a whole lot she can do. In fact, SHE better watch out, because I'm in a stoppin' mood this time. Putting Lacey on her face for 10 would be a trophy-memory for the ages!"

Lacey in yellow bikini; loose dark curls; small black gloves. Julianne in red bikini from "Safe Haven"; small black gloves; short blonde tousle.

During R1: ACTION! Juli engaging Lacey midring - girls bobbing/scrapin' pate/bumpin' shoulders - all while getting off robusto. Lacey chopping short right hands to ear/shoulder; snapping off hooks in tight. Hough jerking tidy right uppercuts, putting hooks on top, then beatin' the body right/left on the dip-down, bobbing on the spot to slip receipts. Blazing two way action just Juli showing Lacey she's not afraid to trade...Hough bouncing it back outside in middle minute, casting Lacey in roll of determined stalker. Juli flashing the jab, taking little trot-steps to her right, then planting to get off brisk flurries...pepper-pot punching bouncing off Lacey's prepared defences as brunette's trying to close. Final moments, Hough luring Lacey round the ring...blonde girl feints, walks Lacey onto a quick-trigger left uppercut lead and DOWN GOES CHABERT! Lacey springing right back up - just dropped for a moment to all fours...she's panting, furious smug blonde grin from safe distance at bell.

Kat Graham tweets: "Meh performance from Hough so far. She's not the best fighting dancer in FCBA. At all."

R2: Hough outclassing Lacey, pestering her, abusing her midring. Trot-steps to the right set up Julianne's flurries - both hands dousing Lacey in batting lefts and rights, then Hough pivots clockwise to escape. Jab nibbles at Lacey, keeping her covered up as she's trying to walk Julianne down...Hough easy-breezy to her left, sliding that lead (left) foot along as she dictates distance. Final moments...Juli circling left around a sticking jab to Lacey's pate...Hough scoring routinely, then stepping close, eyes wide as she rolls her shoulder into a series of criss-crossing hup-hup left/right uppercuts - BUZZING LACEY'S BREASTS! Lacey open-mouthed in astonishment as cheeky Juli light it up: blonde crisply spanking her brunette at bell, putting Lacey on gobsmacked heels, bringing howling crowd to collective feet!

R3: Hough: confident, relaxed, smirking. Lacey: grumpy, tight, frowning. Julianne loose - right near her chin, left just in front, elbows in...she rolls easy to her left in steppin' pivots, dragging that front (left) foot, offering sudden left jabs at Lacey's face, or reaching left hands out to cuff at Lacey's breasts. Chabert dukes at temples, bobbing, coming forward, but tentative, having real trouble cutting off the ring. Hough stepping out at will, roaming to her right while shaking out her arms, rolling her head, then batting a ratatat flurry of lefts and rights off Lacey's guard/shoulders. Chabert unhurt, but she's just following a dancer around, letting Julianne get off...blonde girl smiling, playing to the crowd, even showboating in spots with the ol' giant-circling right arm setting up sneaky-quicky left jab routine. Just at the bell, Juli walks Lacey into a neat lead left uppercut tidy to chin/cuffing left hook to cheek, putting Chabert wobbly-butt while she's hopping on left leg.

R4: Juli working Lacey out of that relaxed stance - blonde girl sampling her brunette, touching her almost at will. Minute in, Chabert gambles on a swinging overhand right, kissing mitt off forehead as Hough can't back away in time...JULI'S HURT! Hough wide-eyed, staggering sideways to her left as her legs momentarily mutiny...Lacey rushes in, head lowered, wrapping blonde girl up around the waist and driving her ragdoll to ropes! Cue Lacey Chabert brawling 101 - left shoulder bullying Julianne's tits; left arm in under Juli's right; right hand doing the damage. Lacey shoving rights to tummy; jamming rights to chin in close. Juli stunned, trying to tie up, but Lacey gets the heel of right hand under Hough's chin, pushes her face back over top rope, keeping her pinned down, vulnerable. Bruising stuff...ref doesn't like Lacey's left-arm riding Juli's back, but Chabert smart, not really tying up with it, just using it to corral Juli against ropes. Blonde girl stricken, cringing with punishment, her right hand at Lacey's left shoulder while Chabert's plowing away for points downstairs.

Cheeky Kat Graham tweets: "Juli's over-rated. Lacey's got this!"

R5: Whole new fight - Juli attempts to regain respect with a FURIOUS assault to open the fifth. Chabert grimly holding her ground, banging back...savage give and take in a phone both as girls bump shoulders/scrub tousles, taking turns working each other over hup-hup-hup. Glorious two-way pumping of firm little bodies - small mitts beating away on flesh PIK! PAK! PEK! Both girls using a scraping little right uppercut in tight to pick up one another's chins - fists following through to puncher's right ear; both taking advantage of any space to shoot straight, palm-down salvoes of lefts and rights through the middle. Blistering toe-to-toe flyweight fighting its very best...Juli looks to have separated herself when a series of bratty little rolling uppercuts inside puts a charge into Lacey's breasts, but as Lacey falters backward, she manages to walk pouncing Juli onto a monster left hook! Hough chin-checked, sent stumbling face-first to ropes as Lacey sidesteps clockwise...Chabert pounces as Hough's righting herself and it's more Lacey on Juli violence at ropes! Lacey able to suffocate Hough to bell, pushing on her face, getting elbows up, bumping shoulders, anything to pin Hough down for pumping hup-hup punishment. Bell: Lacey barking "HAH!" in Juli's tear-streaked face...blonde girl stumbling, looking shabby through 5 torrid heats.

R6: Hough grimly trying to deny Chabert canvas...blonde girl knows brunette's trying to walk her to ropes for more processing. Leads to more of that scouring brutality inside...girls fighting pate-to-pate, mouth-on-shoulder - jerking short shots to tummy or jug; clipping tidy uppercuts; bumping tuff left shoulders. Juli succeeds in keeping her back clear, but at cost: Lacey bashing away short-swipe lefts and rights against temples, punishing that lithe dancer's chassis...Hough giving good as she's getting, but this is Chabert's fight. Both girls pink-bodied, puffy-faced, disheveled in corners, but Chabert noticeably brighter-eyed, upbeat.

R7: Little bit more jab-and-go from Juli in spots, but it's flat footed - kind of a stiff-arm left as she's pivoting clockwise; short right uppercut as Lacey's barging in, then they're scrounging in the pocket, swappin' brawny inside. Hough issuing clinches, getting ref's breaks...she can reset the terms with her legs, force Lacey to eat a few more jabs and pesky flurries on the way in, but Chabert IS getting in, taking the fight to Hough. Juli's back hits ropes at points, but she's tying up rather than working...she doesn't want anymore Lacey on the apron. Bell: Lacey aggressively looking Juli over; Hough licking her lips, lashes batting...she's sleepy from punishment, starting to break down.

R8: Juli engaging with HARD lead rights on the approach, then hoisting the short left uppercut into Lacey's chest or chin...blonde girl moving her brunette with these introductions, but not backing Chabert off. Once Lacey's close enough to put her face on Juli's shoulder, it's mindless, pumping hup-hup downstairs - both girls whining, gasping in sweaty confines, trying to make the other give. Not unusual to see one or both just working body with eyes closed - fighters laying in cheek to cheek, sleepily slugging it out until a clinch brings the ref in. Lacey constantly coming forward, but Juli's really feeding that tart lead right/left uppercut to Chabert...Lacey bravely walking through it, but frequently wobbly-butt on the inside as a result.

R9: Girls stumbling about, tearing at one another in a slow counter-clockwise reel. Little bit of space between competitors favours Juli...she's bending into those short, drifting rights to chin; leaning weight onto left leg while swiping tidy left hooks across jug or mouth. Chabert with a staring, groggy determination...she's clubbing rights at Julianne's head, reefing hooks up into ribcage, falling in...desperation creeping into the legs of both vixens. Midway through slashing right turns Lacey's chin aside...her eyes glaze over, hands drop as she stumbles forward in a haze. Juli pivoting on her right leg, shifting into southpaw to a get a TIGHT right uppercut under Lacey's chin, then sidestepping her as brunette totters face-first into ropes! Crowd screaming as Lacey drapes sleepily into cables...she gets herself turned around, lashes batting, hands up but limply held: ON COMES JULIANNE! Blonde girl scooting close, jerks the right uppercut to chin, jerks it again, loosening Lacey's knees! Chabert sagging against ropes, head lolling...Juli spreads Chabert's feeble guard apart then HOUGH GOES JUG! Torrid assault...Julianne all-in, practically foaming at the mouth as she unleashes her fists to Lacey's rack! Chabert swooning, blubbering - blonde girl just in there close, hacking away with two-handed hammer-fist style delivery, pummeling those puppies back to the stone age and THE REF STEPS IN! Good lord - TKO9 Julianne Hough in sensational fashion.

AFter: referee cradling ruined, sobbing Chabert to ropes - sending a delirious, bawling Hough into hysterical leaps of triumph...she survives her dose of big-jug power, winning the fight in Lacey's rack. "It's insane," Juli gushes, lashes still beaded with silver tears in post-fight. "I knew I could just box her out with my legs, but I felt like I had to show more in this fight. I WANTED to engage this woman, I WANTED to slug with her and break her spirit. It was hard guys - I'm not gonna lie and say it was all me all the time there...she had me hurt, she had me down, but I just wouldn't give in to her! I'm tearing girls up...former champs are quitting against me, and I just KNOW it's my time, right now!"