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9 August 2013 Britt Robertson vs Rachel Bilson

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Posted by simguy on August 9, 2013, 9:10 am

BEFORE: Britt aggressive, trying to engage Rachel in prefight catfights: Bilson content to step back and let excitable blonde writhe in the arms of security - Bilson the proverbial cat tormenting a yard-chained dog. "This girl doesn't matter," Rachel informs the press at conference. "She's a sparring-nobody who's talked herself into a couple of fights, but the reality is, I'm taking her to further separate myself from Lucy Hale. I'll give Britt the kind of hurt Lucy couldn't even have imagined. Britt's putty: I'll mold her into something memorable for you guys."

Robertson high-strung, furious at podium...an easy target for Rachel's educated button-pushing. "Bilson's a 30-something spoiled little tramp who's going to catch an EPIC beat-down from a real scrapper," Britt promises at podium. "She's not built to handle girls like me. She would totally have avoided me if Lucy had sidestepped our fight, and I KNOW Bilson's worried that I'll be too hungry, too determined, too violent for her. SHE'S RIGHT! I cannot afford to go 0-2 - I lose this fight, who knows if I'd get another FCBA air-date? I need the W, Rachel doesn't: do the math!"

Rachel in bikini - pale pink top with horizontal bars of pale grey; black sport bottoms; small black gloves; hair shower-dampened/kinky. Britt in pink bra top, daisy duke cut-off shorts; small black gloves; long blonde hair in damp kinks.

During ref's instructions, Rachel affecting sour expression, asking: "Is that what you're going to wear?"

Britt: "Shut up."

During R1: Britt: GRRR! Rachel: alert, composed. Blonde girl storming forward - reaching to clutch at Rachel's biceps, walking brunette into ropes...girls struggling to slug each other's faces out of this grippy lock up. Ref issuing breaks - Rachel hopping to her right, trying to impose order with footwork, but Britt's pursuit rapid, effective...blonde girl grabbing at her brunette's arms/inner-elbows, bullying Rachel, employing sloppy hold-and-hit. Scuffing, stop-and-go brawling plays to Britt's strengths...she bullies Rachel for points in a frisky first.

R2: Rachel poised, featuring the jab - right hand at her cheek as her left hand taps at Britt's face. Rache pivoting to her left around an educated poke, landing stiffly enough to discourage reckless pursuit...blonde girl turning-with, trying to time Bilson, then lunge upon her. Easier said than done - Rachel's feet creating space and angles, problematizing blonde approaches...Bilson able to keep Britt out on the end of that jab, landing with full extension PIK! PIK!

R3: Rachel boxing in spots, showing class in clockwise circles around the jab, but blonde aggression having its effect as well. Britt fearless on the pounce - awkwardly lunging in, wrapping an arm over either of Rachel's shoulders, wrestling brunette out of her stance. Once they're holding, hitting, pushing and pulling, it's Britt's fight - she's getting the backyard smoker she wants, most of the time. Round ends with Rachel on ropes - Britt's left hand securing brunette right inner-elbow while delivering awkward right hands over Bilson's raised left. Rachel glaring up at ref after the break, snarling "Holding. And. Hitting. Look it up!"

R4: Scampering, lithe footwork from Rachel; headlong pursuit from Britt...little blonde girl gambling, reckless, taking chances to get on top of Bilson and make the fight sloppy. Lots of pushing and pulling - girls angled in towards each other with left hand looking to secure opposing right biceps while right hands try to clout heads. Stumbling embraces tumble along ropes - ref issuing warnings all around. Rachel slugging in spots just to get respect: imperative she make Britt back off so Bilson's class can take effect. Robertson happiest when she can drag Rachel off balance with a semi-headlock, or push Rachel's face back along the ropes...blonde girl proving fit and determined. Down the stretch - limber vixens slugging it out pate-to-pate at apron...Britt laps her fists in rising, criss-cross licks, taking care of Rachel's breasts hup-hup-hup...Bilson whining, wincing at bell as ref pushes seething Britt away.

R5: Rachel showing good composure - she's been roughed up in spots, but she's still working her gameplan, still trying to gain command of the ring with her legs. Starts to work this round: that sharp, long-distance jab punching tart against Britt's face, knocking it back; the nimble clockwise sidesteps and pivots, constantly blunting blonde forward momentum. Importantly: when Britt's reaching in to grab-arms, Rachel's staying compact, shimmying her shoulders and scoring to body inside. Just a quick, snatching right/left bounced off tummy: Britt bunches up with stricken expression; Rachel disengages behind that educated jab, once again establishing her distance. By the bell, Britt's nose is bloodied...she's frowning, mad at herself as Rachel rights her ship.

R6: Britt looking a little ragged on approach, lunging for Rachel, trying to grab her arms...Bilson sidestepping quickly, shucking the clutch, digging up tummy hup-hup, then circling out to get behind the jab. Blonde girl vexed, foiled again and again...Bilson proving slippery, scoring crisply to breadbasket, then ranging outside to chip at Britt's face. Left hand really starting to score in bright PIK! PAK! impacts...Rachel's dark eyes dancing as she feels less and less pressure; Britt traipsing after her tormentress, walking into poke, starting to bust up.

R7: Similar routines for Rachel - lots of circular footwork, generally clockwise around that pinpoint poke to face. During Britt's lunges, Rachel calm, poised in the pocket - she's keeping elbows in, crouching slightly, shimmying her shoulders to lick right/left against Britt's tummy while staying clear of blonde grab-attempts. Robertson grumpy, frowning...tart, spanking body shots taking her velocity away...meanwhile Rachel's legs comparatively fresh, stepping her to safety outside, getting her into good positions for that left hand. Britt most active early in the round, but as failure and disappointment mounts, she's spending more time out on the end of Rachel's jab, eating it like a little poke-glutton. Bell: Rachel making devastating eye-contact like a woman in total control of a rival...Britt blinking, trying to be brave, but lumping up badly through 7.

R8: Britt mounting rushes early - easily repelled by Rachel's snatching body shots out of the pocket, then it's the Bilson Leg-and-Poke show outside. Rachel in an easy, loping gait - weight on the lead (left) leg as she's pivoting clockwise - right (back) heel up off canvas for maximum sting on that left jab. Small mitt landing with loud PIK! PAK! cracking impacts...Rachel pounding at the bone of Britt's cheeks and brows, bringing tears to puffy blonde eyes. Britt's offence was her defence...out on the end of poke, she's reacting late - her hands up, palms-out, but largely ineffective as she's not moving her head. Tart body punches have lithe blonde legs looking stiff and lethargic...it's all Rachel treating herself down the stretch - Britt miserable, giving Bilson how-could-you eyes throughout the pelting. Bell: Rachel demure, eyes downcast in thought, allowing herself a little smile en-route to corner.

R9: Uprising from Britt early...Rachel dousing blonde ardor with the good brisk body shots inside, then circling-out to continue pecking away. Robertson helpless outside - pawing at Rachel; sometimes affecting a tight earmuff - she's simply defeated by Bilson's rhythm, range and footwork. Crowd oddly hushed...it's the cruelest performance since Portman's finishing touches on Gellar - just a classy brunette patiently picking the pretty off a dutiful blonde girl who just can't solve the puzzle. PIK...PIK...PIK-PIK...Rachel closes Britt's left eye, splits her lower lip, then just at the bell: Bilson steps in close with her left hand at her scalp, driving the point of her elbow into Britt's right cheekbone. BOOOs from the crowd at bell; ref stepping in hot; Britt wobbling on the spot, sniveling with hurt...Rachel struts to her corner hard-eyed, unrepentant.

R10: Britt shows customary heart early, trying to rush in and crowd...Bilson disciplined as ever, crouching in the pocket, playing her fists against Britt's flat tummy snik-snak...blonde girl bunching up, grunting, munching on a stubby left uppercut as Rachel slides-out to her left. Jab...jab...jab...Bilson working her magic now, loving the punishment...she's treating herself to Britt Robertson's face and everyone knows it. Poor blonde girl turning, devastated as she knows she can't answer, but too proud to quit...she continues to follow Rachel around the ring, eating one stinging poke after another. Seconds left, Rachel's got it in the bag, but she sees Britt's badly depleted condition...Bilson ducks in close; digs up the tummy right/left; straightens up into short, sharp hook...blonde girl staggers back on her heels, blinking in confusion at ropes. Bell: Rachel nodding in satisfaction...clearly she could have stepped it up and gotten Britt out of there, but Bilson WANTED that agonizing UD10.

After: Scattered boos amongst the cheers in aftermath...Britt's pretty face punched into putty as heartless Bilson clearly carries her young victim for the full dime. "I got what I think I could out of her," Rachel says crisply in postfight. "She was energetic early, scrappy, it took some time to impose my terms on her, but when I did, well...you can see how it turned out. I'm very satisfied - to me, piling up the minutes of ownership is more important than a cheap KO. Obviously her heart was broken and her legs were gone - I COULD have laid her down, but I wanted something better for her. A beating she could look back on and say: 'that was the worst I ever took.' Britt? You're welcome."