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4 July 2014 Brenda Song vs Sara Jean Underwood

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FOURTH OF JULY FIREWORKS ON THE BEACH

Posted by OddManOut on July 10, 2014, 9:28 am (delayed)

Before: No rest for security, another pair of scrapping, shrieking gladiatrixes. Both gals get a hand the mike at the same time. Staredown leads to chestbump, chestbump leads to shouldershove, shouldershove leads to the pulling-down-of-the-tank top-loop, and THERE’S the first slap! One-handed hairpulling with the live mike between their bodies still firmly clutched in both right hands as both battlers give voice to their opinions on each other’s fashion sense, taste in men, professionalism and various other topics of vital importance until separated.

Brenda opting for a replica of the school-girl outfit she wore in Dads, complete with the blue neckerchief across her shoulders, back and the front of her cleavage, ending in a red bow. White blouse and navy skirt complete the ensemble, she’s barefoot with black gloves, hair in two pigtails. Sara showing more skin, White top with scooped neckline under the white collar, red plaid tie in the center extending down into the cleavage. Red plaid skirt, hair in pigtails, barefoot with red gloves.

R1: Brenda bending her knees, changing levels, still finds a way to be unorthodox,
even though she's basically flat-footed, right in front of Sara on sand. The Disney playbook isn’t really suited for beach action, but Song makes it work, placing hard single-shot power uppercuts or hooks, then pivoting to avoid receipts. Brenda posts the shutout, but while her single-shot power rocks Sara, she can't get her off her feet.

R2: The sand is cutting down on the variety of footwork Brenda can put on display, making her more predictable. Sara starting to time her, getting a stubby jab to Asian chest, then closing to work in earnest in tousle-grinding bodywork. Song bendy in the pocket - rolling torso; leaning back twisting shoulders side to side, sleek defensive focus helping to minimize punishment, but this is Sara’s kind of fight.

R3: Sara able to get a body on Brenda, lay siege once again: furious toe-to-toe flyweight rumbling at it's best. Song scowling pretty, bobbing at the waist; looking to counter with right uppercuts and left hooks while twisting and turning in the pocket. Underwood bashing at Brenda's closed stance with either fist; alternatively pushing her back to get extension upstairs or bodying up the better to get at shiny abs and frisky tits. Steady bombardment from Sara punctuated by Song's swift, sudden counters - spicy stuff both ways as each girl takes licks. But it’s Underwood dominant bell to bell, working constantly, getting the better of Brenda in the trenches.

R4: Brenda weight on back foot, sliding to her right, backhanding out nuisance jabs as fighters are turning-with. Sara pawing exploratory jabs as well, both girls looking to land right hands. Minute mark, both commit: Song beats Underwood to the punch with a crashing right upside the head as the Playmate's right sails high. DOWN GOES UNDERWOOD! Sara's legs lock, her hands drop to her thighs, pitches forward into the sand, as Brenda skips away. Underwood reeling, blinking, but demanding ref let it go: Song bobs on in all grins and dimples, looking to party. Sara hurt, stooping forward in earmuff. Brenda systematically goes at her foe, working Underwood over. Buggywhip right hands lash across Sara's back, or take her loud in right hip. Chugging left uppercuts work the overhanging rack, setting up left hooks behind right elbow. Pushing her blonde upright, Brenda gets off criss-cross straight left & rights, pasting away at face and jugs until the bell.

R5: Sara slowing, lumping up, she's got gloves raised, palms up, but she's stepping cautiously now, no longer hurling her body at Brenda. Song smirking a veteran's smirk: initiative is hers. Steady brace of pounding jabs pounds against hastily raised guard, poking through to shell face, jugs. Underwood covering up more and taking: Brenda squaring away, letting her hands go in juicy combinations, her elbows in close for nice tight swatting action. Midway through, a right uppercut picks up Sara's tits: she's rocked, gasping, whimpering, stumbling to all fours. Song strutting, hands on hips, grinning down: dominant work-out progressing as planned now. Brenda laying-on now, tucking in body blows, holding and hitting: she's bruising up her blonde in close, keeping a tummy on, smearing white paint on Playmate abs. Bumping impacts keeps shoving Sara's weight forward, she can't extricate herself. Ref has to pull Brenda off after the bell. Brenda giving the crowd a show as she shimmies and shakes her way to her corner after posting her second straight shutout.

R6: Trouble for Sara early, she blunders into a perfectly placed counter-right uppercut to solar plexus. Punch demoralizes Underwood, her legs give a shimmy, she baby-steps forward, crossing arms against her body as Song slides to the right. Brenda smiling as she chops the right hand across Sara’s hairline. Quick hooks follow, Song so quick & nifty with her combinations, dipping her shoulders, getting her back and glutes into them. Brenda pivots left, pumping a pair of left jabs, dips into a vicious left uppercut to the chin, then Song squares up, shoe-shining vulnerable jugs. Underwood’s gasps of pain brings a hungry smile to Brenda’s lips: wonderful contrast in facial expressions as one girl gets the better of the other. Sara swoons forward, desperately hurt. Song reaches in, shoves her upright, buttocks ringing into rapid hup-hup. Another brisk pair of short right uppercuts then a clapping left hook seems to slap Underwood out on her feet, AND THE REF STEPS IN! Official bodies Song back; crowd goes insane: that’s TKO6 Brenda Song!

After: A degloved Brenda is on top of the world, she’s Alpha Fly in her mind now, and doesn’t care to hide her light under a bushel. “You saw what I did there, Blondie! I took her on her own terms, and laid her out! You can’t hide from me, and you can’t beat me when I get to you!” Hard to tell who she’s talking about: Stablemate Scerbo? Longtime rival Hayden? Flyweight champ Julianne Hough? Truth be told, Brenda may not know herself.