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28 February 2014 Brenda Song vs Lucy Hale

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Posted by simguy on February 28, 2014, 2:46 pm

BEFORE: Poutin' and scrappin' in prefight - girls furious with each other as soon as proximity is attained...it's a full-time proposition for security to keep li'l battlers separated. "I'm Lacy-Chabert strong," Lucy reports at podium. "When we tussle, I know Brenda feels my strength, and it's frightening her. She's mean as a snake, and just as quick, but when we get tummy to tummy, I KNOW I'm better!"

Song pouting angrily, arms crossed as she sits through Lucy's speech...Hale's confidence visibly irritating to favoured Bren. "I'm soo-o tired of Lucy's hype!" Bren frowns at podium. "She's the same hittable little tramp she's always been: THERE IS NO IMPROVEMENT IN LUCY HALE! God - the PLP is so grating...the really good fighters like me have a responsibility to treat these girls shabby, guys. Don't be mad when I start pouring the hurt to Lucy - she NEEDS a beating to restore some sanity here!"

Brenda in black OP bikini; small black gloves; black hair in reckless tangly-curls. Lucy white bikini top; blue/white check swimsuit bottoms with a little white ruffle along the waistline; small white gloves; brown hair in fightin' Dutch braid, messy bangs.

Stare-down - Lucy taking no chances, assuming full battle stance, tucking her chin, holding dukes eyeline-high.

During R1: Song bouncing in and out, hands low...she waits for Lucy to show a jab, then counters with swatting heat off either hip. Hale eyes-wide, cautious behind a high guard, but probing her way forward, trying to stub her jab out in Brenda's tits, then pile into her with rights and lefts while flowing forward. Song managing the pressure well - cutie-pie sidesteps; lots of bendy-torso action on her hips from a strong flat-footed stance. Bren showing veteran tricks like using her shoulder in Lucy's body to pivot off, turning Hale, cuffing her hooks body and head. Relatively close round until late - Bren pulls away with a flurry to Lucy's tummy, bunching Hale up in earmuff; whacking sidearm right loud above Lucy's left hip; succulent left uppercut to breadbasket, sending tremors down Lucy's thighs; hup-hup right/left uppercut making sure of Lucy's tits at bell. Hale reacting to the senseless act of random jug-mugging, chesting up and barking at Song - Bren pushing back and ref moves in quick to issue warnings all around.

R2: Whoa - Lucy taking a page out of the Mish Williams playbook...rolling start gives Hale the jump before the bell - she's on Bren before Song's stool's through the ropes. Brawny beef-on-beef tackle pancakes Bren to turnbuckles - Lucy squirming, pushing Bren's hips, then palming her face back, roughing her up in preparation for a pounding right to tummy; tidy right hand across the breasts. With Bren disorganized, Lucy's reaching in under Songs arms, bodying her into the corner. Song grimacing, arms and shoulders writhing - SHE'S pushing Lucy's face when the girls are in close, trying to bend Hale back and away. Lucy proving tough to dislodge - she wriggles into crowding positions, keeping her body on Brenda until pushing off in order to throw. Sloppy, but both girl's working - ref lets it go. Down the stretch - Bren gets a little breathing room - bending to put left shoulder in Lucy's midsection, levering her back a step, then cuff-clouting tidy right/lefts while leaning back into ropes. Bell: Lucy's tucking a right hand into Brenda's tummy; Song's dragging her fists back and forth across Lucy's tits...ref has to move in to impose order through 2.

R3: Brenda planting strong midring, looking to slug for respect...she hooks Lucy's gut; doubles up hook across tits, then covers up as Hale beats both flanks right/left. Back and forth in the pocket, bumpin' and sluggin' - both girls covering up/getting off in orderly turns. Song lighting Lucy up, but not hurting her - Hale just facing into the heat, throwing hard even when she misses. Minute mark, girls trade astounding hooks from thigh-height...Lucy rocked on the spot, but Song staggers back on her heels, eyes blinking in alarm. Hale buzzed, but storming forward all buns a-jostle...she slams a running right hand to Brenda's tits, driving Song ragdoll to ropes. Brenda stunned, butt-in-cables, stooping forward in earmuff...Lucy steps in close; hooks Brenda's tummy; uses the left elbow/forearm to brace Brenda's sagging guard; extra hook to gut; right uppercut that kisses off the top of Bren's head; left uppercut that crashes between mitts, cracking Song hard to mouth. BRENDA'S HURRRT! Song stooped forward, hands dropping low and to either side...LUCY'S BELTING AWAY TO GLORY! Brenda's groggy face in perfect position for Hale to clobber side-to-side rights and lefts - Lucy with a maniacal grin, her right fist following through to her own left shoulder, left fist following through to her right shoulder - the punches kissing hard off Brenda's overhanging face, dislodging the mouthpiece. DOWN GOES SONG! Brenda punched to sleep on her feet...she pitches onto her face, hands trapped beneath her body - it's KO3 in break-through fashion, Lucy Hale!

AFter: Hale out of control - leaping into the arms of her Pretty Little Teamates - crass celebration of hopping and hugging vixens just a few feet away from the smoldering wreckage of Brenda Song's KO'd back. Gets worse when Lucy takes the time to step close to Song and kick imaginary dirt back onto her head...Hale just overwhelmed by her greatest victory to date and not thinking about the repercussions of her exultation. "I knew I could destroy her!" Lucy beams happily in postfight, hands clasped tightly at her chest as she shimmies her shoulders for emphasis. "I'm too brawny! She was like - 'I'm Brenda Song, I'ma blow your doors off,' and I was like - 'I'm Lucy Hale and I'm too much girl for you' - you know? And I WAS! I was too much for her - she just couldn't take my punches at all!" On and on in that vein - Lucy excited about a breakthrough performance against an elite flyweight, wanting to make sure people understand how huge the moment is.