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1 August 2010 Megan Gale vs Mandy Moore

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Boxing on the Beach (Hawaii)

Posted by simguy on 8/1/2010, 9:44 am

BEFORE: "Megan's the most statuesque woman I've ever fought," Moore says of her impressively built opponent, "fortunately - statues can't box very well! Seriously - she's stunning, but all those big, oxygen-expensive, stiff muscles aren't going to help her against experienced opposition in the ring. All I have to worry about - I feel - is her early strength. After that, it's the Mandy Moore show." Gale best known for hoisting Nikki Visser onto her shoulders and submitting the fearsome blonde with a torture rack - Megs understands the skepticism regarding her boxing. "I'm the best conditioned, strongest woman in boxing today," Gale announces in prefight, "so as far as I'm concerned, the hard-work's been done: the finer skills I can pick up as I go along. As for Mandy - I know how tricky she is - the Bonzo girls call her 'The Octupus' - but she's going to find it very difficult to bottle me up for 10. She's a seasoned former champion, so it may take some doing, but I'm very confident that Mandy will finish this fight on her back." Moore in dark purple bikini; black gloves; hair in scruffy beach bun. Megs in horizontally banded rainbow bikini; white gloves; black hair slick and yet in Australian style. Venue: Resort Hotel on Maui - standard ring set up outdoors, shaded by surrounding palms - bordered by bleaches.

During R1: Mandy lifting her left elbow up and out - flick-flicking jabs from the chickenwing, getting Megan to form rigid peek-a-boo: swinging right hand pounds at Gale's stomach. Moore pivots left, slops another right wide to waistline - then jabs up top to keep Gale covered up. Megs walking Moore down: Mandy dips low, steps in, reaches in to clinch; Gale grumpy, wedging her elbows down inside Moore's embrace, stumbling around until ref's break. That's the gist: Mandy showing pesky jabs - Gale forming castle-like guard - Mandy pounding the body, then tying up for breaks. Shutout Moore: just like it's drawn up on the Foxfire blackboard.

R2: BOOMING right hand, Mandy Moore! Gale blasted on her chin as Mandy sneaks in deceptive power: big Aussie sways on the spot, but strong legs gobble up Moore's power. Megan in earmuff, trying to rally: Moore purses lips, goes right/left/right/left/right with a whacking, rubber-hose delivery - waling sidearm licks shellacking away on Australian ribcage. Gale grimacing, baby-stepping forward: big girl takes a big lickin', keeps on tickin'. Moore sidesteps right - her left hand extended past Megan's right shoulder: inside-out right uppercut picks Gale up tart between her mitts. Moore easing left shoulder into Gale's chest, steering her: Mandy swatting/swiping brawny right hands, investing in a big-girl's torso. Nothing back from Megan: she's sponging up American thump, trusting curvy legs to hold her up as Mandy spends money through 2.

R3: Megan's jab a nasty shock for Team Mandy: Moore's face recoiling from poke as Gale stands off Mandy's bow and shells early. Moore rotating left - both girls in wide, gun-platform stances - leaning into howitzer left jabs to opposing left pec or face. Gale punched on her face some as well, but slowly imposing her will: this is what she's built for. Final minute, Moore dips low, steps in, straightens up with arms ringing Megan's ribcage: Gale wriggling trying to extricate herself as Moore levers her to ropes. Laying atop Megan, Mandy able to shove a few stuffing rights into body, then come up to bother Gale's left ear...just enough smothering work to get the points. Govich, Bjorlin out of their ringside seats, livid and shouting at Moore...they know what Mandy's up to and they hate it!

R4: Gale bashes out that jab early - using heels of her hands in Mandy's shoulders to push Moore back outside, repelling Mandy's opening bids to tie up. Mandy circling to her left, moving her head well: Moore showing plenty of respect for Megan's distance power. Gale getting off her first right hand at the minute mark: slipped by Mandy as Moore dips low. Second minute - Mandy able to flick her chicken-wing jab, then scoot in close...tummy to tummy, she's neutralizing Gale, making her struggle to extricate herself. Moore shortening up stroke - one of the better tall girls at swiping and tucking in punches while she's wrestling up top. Fight goes to ropes, Mandy squirming atop Megan's chest - Moore in control, keeping her chin below Megan's chin and smothering her. Down the stretch - Moore with left shoulder into Megan's breadbasket pushes Gale's butt deep to ropes...eases back out onto right foot and clips the tidy little right uppercut clean to chin. Gale's head flops back, knees buckle: she sags against ropes, momentarily stunned at bell as Mandy throws an insurance shoulder into her foe's high breasts.

R5: Gale shows her conditioning, shrugs off Moore's power to resume boxing operations in the fifth. Megan pumping jabs - aggressively using heels of her hands to shove Mandy in her shoulders...Moore frequently thrown back on her heels by muscular Australian. Mandy answers with footwork - prowling to her right - stooping to reach jabs into the Gale midsection: Megan walking her foe down, but wary about getting too close. Good distance management from Megan - she's able to extend on punches - getting her elbows in so she can push Mandy off - even landing some pounding right hands on Moore's left pec/shoulder region. Megan's first points have her smiling...corner reminds her she's well behind at the half.

R6: Moore stooping, jabbing the body, easing back...she's luring Megan, making the big girl reach for her. Gale pursuing, cooperating...as her jab comes up short, she steps in to close, walking into Mandy's jab in the process. Moore creep-stepping to her right - rolling Gale's monstrous right hand with the left shoulder, then answering back short, crunching rights of her own...Megan walking into the blasts, starts to get her bell run half way through. Final minute - roll-counter right slams short to Megan's jaw...she stumbles to her right, hitting ropes in shock, right arm looping over top rope for support. Moore attacking the presented left flank - looping, sidearm, palm-down right hand smites Megan in her lower back: Gale's breath hisses through clenched teeth - her face pinching in agony. Mandy pushes with her left palm on Gale's left side, then loops a right to the back of Megan's head: Gale's knees shimmy as she cowers, covering her head with her left hand, sagging against ropes with all her weight. Moore baring fangs, senses the finish: she pours her heart out to Megan in the form of punches - slopping away big, bashing lefts and rights to head/shoulders. Dying moments - Mandy shifts to her left a smidge, starts sidearming in hellish right hands to Gale's exposed ribs: slamming blasts numb Megan's tanned legs...had Mandy opted for the body a little earlier, she might have gotten Gale down. As it is, round goes 10-8 Moore without the knockdown as Gale grimaces hurt on her stool for break.

R7: Gale stepping gingerly - throbbing in her ribcage: she still manages to repulse Mandy early with that booming, telephone-pole jab. Second minute, Moore finally jab-and-weave her way in: she wriggles her arms in under Megan's, stumbles her to ropes, starts to smother-and-vex in tight. Gale grimacing, laying back on ropes as she works to writhe her arms in under Moore's: Mandy keeping her head on Gale's chest - constantly shouldering her girl/palming her hips - anything to keep her crowded. Mandy swiping and swatting - frequently holding and hitting: she's tucking her punches into Megan's body, slowly wearing the big girl down. Bjorlin slamming her palm on the apron nearby is ushered back to her seat by security as more ugly points trickle into Moore's column.

R8: Gale's jab pounds off Moore's face early - thing lands like a medicine ball, stunning Mandy. Moore trying to dip-n-clinch, but Gale's there with a right uppercut, taking Mandy in her breasts and punching the wind out of her. Meg palms up, pushes off: Moore's back outside where she belongs, looking a little frazzled. Booming jab bounces off Mandy's pate, reminding her to move her head: Gale pivots left in wide stance, looking big-girl smooth. Mandy jabbing to get in: Gale drops a short right hand counter over top...Moore sent sputtering to her right, blinking in astonishment. Megan walking Mandy down - stooping and putting heels of her hands in Mandy's shoulders as Moore attempts to clinch: Moore shoved almost off her feet, ragdolled back into ropes as Megan leans in Big. Meg: weight on left leg - that bronzed thigh muscle shredding into bulging relief; she pops hips-right, cranking a hook like the arm of a catapult up into Mandy's body once, twice. Moore grimacing, sitting in ropes...left arm wraps round her middle to protect; right hand crosses to her left cheek, palm-out. Gale jabs chest to straighten Mandy, then Megan pounds the biceps - turning over palm-down, flat-knuckle wallops to shake Moore's torso. Mandy stunned, sliding to her right along ropes: Gale stepping-with, extending on bruising blasts to arms and torso at methodical pace. Dreadful stuff...Moore knows she can't stand there absorbing this...she attempts to lunge off ropes for a clinch. Gale hunkers down, accepts Mandy in close with hands palming Moore's shoulder-heads: Megan hurls Mandy back into ropes ragdoll. Moore hits cables, bounces forward...EATING THE GALE RIGHT HAND! Megan bending in and down, crushing Moore a drifting shot over Mandy's left hand...Moore goes limp on impact, collides into Gale's right side, then sloughs off to pool face-down at Megan's feet. That's it - poor Mandy fast asleep...KO8 in bludgeoning fashion, Megan Gale.

After: Gale showing conqueror's dimples as she smiles it up in her corner: hearty congratulations in order as Megan pounds out one of the division's best - after Moore had won nearly every round, and the vast majority of minutes. "I'm a slow starter,"Megan admits in postfight. "I'm in no hurry...I like my opponents to feel my mass in the ring - spend up some energy on my defences...then I slowly take it to them. She was just as grabby and clever as advertised, but I was never in doubt: as soon as I loosened her, I knew I'd beat her to sleep!"