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14 September 2014 Ashley Benson vs Cassie Scerbo

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CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK (LIVE FROM HOLLYWOOD)

Posted by Lookout! Boxing & Bazz on September 14, 2014, 12:05 pm

Ashley Benson versus Cassie Scerbo
Words by Bazz / Results by Lookout!

Spotlights search the sky above the arena wafting about like Star Wars light sabers announcing another exciting FCBA fight night. Among the array of megawatt celebrity regulars Tom Cruise maneuvers his way through the crowd wearing sunglasses and a pork pie hat pulled tight down around his head and face.

“Hey Tom, why the incognito approach? This is the one place that the paparazzi is more interested in the fighters than us.” John Travolta picks his head up from the water fountain against the wall as he addresses his fellow stratospheric star.

“Careful Johnny! She’s probably got people all over here!” Cruise makes a quick turn to his left and then his right.

“Scerbo? Good God man if her people are half as nasty as she is what the hell are we doing here? If you pissed her off we got to go hide.”

Travolta looks just as panicked as Cruise now.
“No! Scerbo and I are good! It’s Katie! I told you, she’s the second fight.” Cruise informs his mookish friend as they make their way down the hall to his luxury box.

“So it’s Katie you’re here to watch! I knew you still had a thing for her.” Travolta playfully punches Cruise’s arm and gives him a knowing look.

“No! No! Well part of it but you know that a Scerbo fight is as entertaining as it gets. Now let’s get in here before they see me. I got a tub of The Wiz’ famous butter brickle ice cream in the freezer.” Tom Cruise gives a full 360 degree recon before opening the door to the suite.

“Who are these people anyway? You know it’s getting kinda scary hanging out with you. You know that don’t you? I bet that’s why David Beckham and Will Smith don’t come to these things anymore.” Travolta mentions as they enter the room.

“Beckham doesn’t come here anymore because he’s afraid that you’re going to make him fly with you over the ocean. Now that’s scary!” Tom cruise can’t help adding his own playful dig.

Before: Ashley Benson stands all cable channel prima donna like in front of the microphones. You know every one of the PLPs is an admirer and a fan of Cassandra Lynn Scerbo and I mean that.” Every press personnel turns their gaze to the other podium where Cassie Scerbo stands,
surrounded by a cadre of security to prevent any action on the pesky blonde’s part, wearing her best “can you believe this horse poop” smirk and then seeing no chance of physicality quickly back to Ashley Benson. “I mean look at her she’s all rough and tumble and stuff and the snark. . . the snark is the best in the business. And I mean as a flyweight you have to be diabolical to be successful and I think that she’s the best. Yet there’s a new sheriff in town and it’s time to take out the old guard, Scerbo first then Panettiere, Shahi and the rest.” The flyweight seems proud of her soliloquy until her opponent’s brief retort. “So we’re old? You realize that you are older than me don’t you?” Scerbo stands back and lets the snark do its job watching PLP handlers usher a stamping and scowling Benson from the podium.

Benson resplendent in a bright blue bikini, matching small boxing gloves and shoes, hair swept back with her layered look. Scerbo looking taut in a jet black bikini with calf high boots and matching gloves, blonde hair in a loose concoction with a black ribbon.

Rd 1 Both girls out quick each throwing punches hoping to make a statement first. Scerbo snaps off a couple of quick jabs right at Ashley’s nose but gets caught by a PLP cross. The crowd lets out a gasp as Scerbo spins away to readjust. Ash all confident moves her taller frame in for more taking some chopping swings at Cassie. Scerbo withstanding some heavy blows on her arms and shoulders with little harm besides points piling up. Scerbo finally gets bored of the PLP onslaught. She jukes left and darts around Benson to the right. Scerbo Jitterbugging in and out on Benson previewing her opponent’s next few round for her. Still Benson gets the better of the first.

Rd 2 Benson frustrated at not taking full advantage during the previous round charges out after Scerbo. All she gets for her effort is a blur of a move by Scerbo to her left and a vicious combination to the noggin. PLP girl chases down Scerbo and uses her reach on the precocious jackrabbit. The more methodical puncher exercises an array of long jabs and succeeds in keeping a frustrated Scerbo at bay while landing some very effective shots. A flurry of jabs snap at Cassie rocking her back against the ropes. Sharknado blonde all pouty and foot stamping as Ash wins another round.
Rd 3 Scerbo eager not to let Benson at her again. She’s on her bicycle from the get go. Short stuff is too quick for Benson and the chase around the ring is almost comical until Scerbo catches Ashley off guard slamming her body with a strong combination and a then a quick retreat. Ash tries to get the jitter bugging blonde but after trading punches Scerbo catches an opening to the head, jugs and tummy and once again beats a hasty retreat. End of round sees that it is Benson’s turn to stamp her feet as Scerbo looks on with approval.

Rd 4 Scerbo finds traction with her scoot and shoot offense. She is taunting the taller blonde with her superior quickness making use of openings in the PLP defenses with nasty combinations and then beating hasty retreats. Ash a disheveled beauty trying to chase down the bop and run Sharnado heroine. Meanwhile Scerbo’s engine running at full capacity just where she likes it.

Rd 5 Scerbo out again on her toes and good to go. She’ll spend all night torturing the Pretty Little Puncher this way if she’ll let her. Ash’s face snarling at each jab landed by the dancing Cassie, a pretty face getting all touched up by the quicker puncher. Towards the end of the round a frustrated Benson starts corralling Scerbo with clinches muscling her up against the ropes. The referee quickly breaks them up at first and Scerbo takes advantage by getting in punches to the body right after the breaks but the ref soon tires of the extra work and lets the body mauling continue. Scerbo glares at the ref as she strolls back to her corner with another round under her belt.

Rd 6 Benson out of her corner with a new strategy in mind. Scerbo skips away from her making sure to keep the clinches to a minimum. Bazz blonde dancing in and out until Pretty Ash wraps her up against the ropes like grammy hugging a long lost granddaughter. Crowd boos loudly as Benson mugs Scerbo with shots to the liver and jugs while the shorter fly tries to squirm away. Once again the referee gives it the ol’ college try but ultimately gives into the flyweight sized scrum. Benson sensing the opportunity just lays on Scerbo against the ropes using her weight to tire her out and press the advantage with an array of punches to the body. Round ends with a apoplectic Scerbo stamping her foot, trying to get a word in with the ref when he grabs her arm and gives it a good shake giving her a strong lecture while walking her back to her corner. Precocious blonde having none of it pointing her finger right back at the ref and getting her two cents in as the crowd starts a “Scerbo! Scerbo” chant led by a butter brickle faced John Travolta.

Rd 7 Scerbo moves laterally right off the stool looking to stay away from the taller fighter until she finds an opening. Ash meanwhile muscles her way in for another granny hug. The strategy isn’t pretty or popular but with an exasperated referee looking on it’s very effective at controlling the pesky Bazz flyweight. Ashley mugging Cassie to the body and jugs with one arm and clinching desperately with the other. Scerbo turns to the ref and gives him a look as if to implore “Com’on!” when one of Ashley’s pretty little punches emerges from below and DOWN GOES SCERBO! Benson uppercut slides between jugs and catches Scerbo on the chin. Scerbo staggers back and takes a seat and then goes supine. Ref counts out the stunned blonde as she makes a futile attempt at struggling to her feet.

Winner: Ashley Benson KO 7th round

After: Ashley Benson struts around with arms raised in triumph. “Yeah that’s it! Time to move up! Call the girls in the top ten and tell them there’s a new player in town! Scerbo’s as quick as lightening but I showed I could handle it!” Scerbo now on her knees hurling insults with an extraordinarily imaginative flair at the referee unaware of PLP big girls Troian Bellissario and a bandaged Shay Mitchell moving in to hold the incensed flyweight so that they can apply a walk of shame or quite possibly the dreaded Rear Admiral to the Bazz girl. It’s sweet revenge for Shay Mitchell who endured a walk of shame at the hands of Olivia Wilde, Scerbo’s team mate. The Pretty Little Puncher can just taste it she’s so close to pouncing on the barking Scerbo when suddenly Moon Bloodgood and Bridget Regan appear in the ring. With three more FCBA belts, at least thirty more pounds of muscle and a truck load more nastiness than the PLPs the smaller stable is forced to take a step back. Regan drags the pesky flyweight still going full bore at the ref to the Bazz corner. Bloodgood meanwhile stares down the PLP contingent without a word and then with a smirk turns and follows the rest of Bazz out of the arena.

“Stupid Scerbo !” Tom Cruise exclaims from his private luxury box.

“Hey lucky punch. That Benson may turn out to be a real good fighter. She sure knows how to improvise, smart kid. Scerbo bounces back you know. . . “ John Travolta handling a mansized bowl of Wiz butter brickle is interrupted by a knock on the door.

Cruise bolts upright eyes darting about the room. “Holy crap Johnny! It’s them! I knew they wouldn’t let me watch her fight!”

“You mean to tell me that Katie’s hired people to keep you out of here? That’s crazy talk.” Travolta responds with a wave of his hand just as another more intense series of knocks come from the door.

“I’ll tell you one thing! They’re not going to get me trapped like a rat in a padded room eating Wiz’ butter brickle!” Tom Cruise pulls out a backpack and slings it over his back, pulls out a wire and hooks it to a metal loop in the ceiling.
“Tom! Come on! It’s just a guys’ night out!” Travolta implores just then the door to the suite swings open.

“Compliments of The Wiz gentlemen! A new flavor of ice cream, root beer float with bits of . . .” An arena steward is momentarily interrupted by a raving Tom Cruise.

“You thought that you could outsmart me. Well I’m always going to be one step ahead. That’s right! You heard me! One step ahead!” With that the crazed megastar leaps out of the luxury box, Mission Impossible style, into the crowd below.
John Travolta and the steward rush to the edge of the suite and lean over the railing fearing the worst. They find that Cruise has miscalculated his escape shorting the wire length by about 15 feet so that he is now hanging by his back with his arms and legs extended. The crowd has noticed the A lister and after discovering who it is begun to hurl popcorn, candy bars and various Wiz tasty cakes up at the helpless super hero.

“What flavor was that ice cream?” John Travolta asks the steward.

“Root beer float with bits of Jenny McCarthy tasty cakes in it. The ones where she had on that snarling witch face for Halloween. Quite gruesome. Would you like me to fix you a bowl Mr. Travolta?" The steward responds.

“I think we’ve got to get Tom back up here first.” Travolta rolls his eyes.

“Please hurry!” A plaintive cry is heard from about twenty feet below.