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Posted by simguy on November 15, 2013, 10:17 am

Before: "Nicole Beharies is a nice fight for me, but Ashley's a priority," Heather says in prefight, referencing the unceremonious dumping of Nikki B in favour of Ashley T. "You guys have no idea how hard it is for me to stand here while she's sitting there with that stupid grin on her face, and NOT knock her the hell out. When I have a chance to get my mitts on Tizzy, I take it. I'd pounce this girl in a shoe-store guys. There's no way I was going to let this opportunity pass."

Tisdale cool and superior, using her podium-presence to push Heather's buttons. "Heather's bitter," Tisdale shrugs in prefight. "Obviously Aly was boss on Wildcats, but when you adjust for size, I was Alpha. Heather's never gotten over that. I've always been the ceiling for her. The girl-too-far. The unattainable peak. I guess if I'd been in her shoes, I'd be pulling my hair out too, but I'm me, so... All I know is that when I'm done? She's gonna have to change her nickname to HAMMERED Heather Hemmens!" That's too much for HHH: she's out of her seat, restrained by her peeps from behind, lashed by Ashley's laughter.

Heather in purple lace-and-satin bra and panties; small black gloves; glossy black hair in lush coils. Ashley in white sport bikini top with spaghetti straps and pink polkadots/hot pink bottoms with white polkadots; small white gloves; blonde hair in loose tangles.

During R1: Heather wades in slugging, but Ashley manages it - jabbing to pre-empt, sidestepping clockwise, teaching Heather respect. Hemmens stung, but adjusting: she forms dukes-at-cheeks, weaving-poke to get close, engaging Tisdale in workmanlike bump-and-slug down the stretch. Ashley unafraid to work inside - she's nudging with the extended left elbow, bumping guards with Heather, scraping away hooks and uppercuts in turn. Both girls STRAPPING one another to waistline in spots - scrumptious tummy shellack making both fighters wince at bell.

R2: Similar pattern. Heather wants to be aggressive at the open, slugging to win, but Ashley's too good with that jab. Blonde girl pre-empting her brunette, stitching mitt-to-face, pivoting around the poke...Hemmens wastes a minute in unprofitable home-run swinging before tightening up, weaving Ashley's poke and engaging at close range. Down the stretch it's even, busy, nasty bump-and-slug that leaves both girls smarting.

R3: Heather takes the first minute this time - using her own jab to punch at Ashley's face: first smirk of confidence coming from Heather. Tisdale doubling her jab tummy/head, stepping close with a right to chin...once blonde-girl's inside, brunette just wants to slug it out. Girls bumping shoulders and pates, working hup-hup-hup in trade...Heather with the edge this time because of that clever first minute.

R4: Heather happily jabbing back Tizzy's face, then hooking her ribs...Hemmens enjoying another classy opening minute, setting the tone. But Ashley up-tempos - stitching her jab to Heather's face pik-pik; buggywhip-lashing a sidearm right across Heather's abs; hooking-jaw with a palm-down swat while pivoting-left. Hemmens slugged out of her stance, thrown onto the defensive: Ashley able to break the pattern by being first girl to drop the opening minute, but winning the round. At bell, Ashley lifts her mitts, making bold eye-contact: Heather angered by the hubris, pushing blonde chest - cue referee intervention.

R5: Scooting footwork, spitting jabs get Heather inside early...she drives Ashley to ropes, applying insane pressure off the chest. Tisdale pushed and bullied ropeside - she's using heels of her hands to control Heather's head in tight; clipping Heather little left uppercuts - slapping her little right hands, but Hemmens won't be bamboozled. Heather crowding Ashley - pressing on her with head-and-elbows to sort, then beating blonde body. Tisdale mouth-breathing, wincing at bell - well and truly touched by Heather through 5.

R6: Now it's just ring-a-ding-dong slugging on the inside - both girls convinced they're grinding the other down. Cheek to cheek, they push and bump, trade hup-hup to firm breadbaskets; scrape right uppercuts in tight; slap-hook jawlines; reach a wider, whippier hook down in behind opposing right elbows. Non-stop, scouring contact - girls just pushing each other around the ring at random. Bell: girls push off...Heather tempted by Ashley's lowered guard...she punches blonde girl a right hand across the mouth; Tisdale's head tosses hard-right as ref moves in hot.

R7: Ashley FURIOUS off her stool - eyes blazing, nostrils flaring. She tears into Heather - whirling rights and lefts to head; crowding in cheek to cheek; digging up tummy - backing Hemmens to ropes with sheer ferocity. Heather stricken - there's too much Ashley coming at her...Hemmens cowering ropeside, covering up earmuff, just trying to ride out blonde tempest. ASHLEY'S POURING IT TO HEATHER! Tisdale laying Alpha-mitts on her rival - just bat-and-lathering Hemmens into stupor. Gorgeous, strapping buggy-whips to hip and tummy. Chugging hup-hup uppercuts to sternum and tits. As Hemmen's guard loosens - as her buns sit onto ropes - Tisdale keys on the head, clipping uppercuts to chin, further reducing the guard. Midway through, Hemmens whining, not punching back...Tisdale just stacking her up, pushing-hands on Heather's face to bend her over the ropes, then drifting her righty. It's too much - Heather in tears, sputtering, proud legs holding her up even though her guard is shredded - ref steps in and stop it TKO7 Tisdale.

After: Ashley snarling, crowding in with the ref to shout "YES!" in Heather's shellshocked face...blonde's famous temper surging her to victory following Heather's opportunistic late hit in the sixth. "I got another good name for Heather," Ashley scowls in prefight, still filled with Hemmens-hate. "HELPLESS Heather Hemmens - 'cause that's how I left her. She's just not on my level. Check these out (pats flat six pack abs with flat right hand) like stone, guys. She couldn't break my body down, but meanwhile, I was getting into her but good. I'm just going to say it: I hate Heather. Seeing her in tears makes me want to party. Seriously guys, if somebody doesn't get her out of the ring, I'm going over there. If she's standing, I want to hurt her - simple as that."