Posted by Simguy on 1/1/2004, 8:32 am.

Before: Shak back under her own management—she’s retained Jessica Alba as a valued confidante, but declines to have the brunette run her affairs directly. “I have my own reasons to have BSE,” Shak snarls, another scalded beauty with a chip on her shoulder. Packard all business I prefight, guaranteeing victory and laying it all out for the press: “I’m the better fighter,” Kelly explains, “I’ve got the skills, the experience, the pedigree, There wasn’t a clear cut beating of the year in 3003—there will be for 2004. I’m going ton take Shakira apart, I’m going to scour her. I’m going to remind everyone what a dominant flyweight fighter looks like.” Kelly in black bikini, Shakira in leather bikini, tan top, dark brown bottoms.

During R1: Kelly forcefully to midring, bending at the waist to give Shak a little head movement, but Packard obviously looking to initiate hard exchanges. K-Pack gets an early right hand flush, bending down to slip Shak’s panicky right hand, then lashing the left across the Colombian’s mouth—Shak on her heels, staggering back and shipping shellack early,. Doesn’t get any better—Packard able to create and sustain a savage, slashing attack, bending in and down with the right hands, letting Shakira miss, mopping up the hook. Shakira ashambles, butt in the ropes—Packard breaks on her in waves—now going tummy, now going jug, pushed back by the ref and hungrily stalking back in,. Vecomes a straightforward romp by the final moments—Shak delirious with punishment, cowering, covering up ropeside—Packard leaning in, pulling her strongest punches amidships or walloping away to the ears with wide, clouting strokes. Shutout Packard, with feeling—Shakira I tears, but refusing to submit when the ref asks.

R2: Shutout Kelly P—classy boxing from outside Packard’s made her point, got Shak gun shy—now Kel steps to her left, letting the jab touch u-p Shakira’s tender brows and button nose. Harsh, spanking connects—Packard swiveling around, tracking Shak’s face at will—Colombian bobbing and weaving, but too slowly, too predictably—Packard’s just poking away for points.

R3: Shak able to move forward for the first time, getting close and hammering Kelly’s ribs—Packard legging out, using the ring, re-establishes the jab and brings Colombian to heel by 60 second mark. Midway through—Packard stepping right, looking, feinting, then dropping a gorgeous hesitation right down the pike—Shakira rung up, put wobbly butt—she won’t take another forward step the rest of the round. Packard stepping in her jab, negotiating Shak to the ropes, then placing heartless right hands chin, tummy and flank—Shakira grimacing, elbows in, arms crossed—she’s crippled at the bell.

R4; Another marauding Kelly P shutout. Packard beating Shak to punches, then staying on her with power—we rarely see Kelly pinning her ears back and rushing the quarterback like she’s doing tonight. Shak just shying away from the storm—earmuffing up, on her heels—Packard` setting herself and whipping punches to tender ribs, protesting gut. Whenever Shak punches, Kelly’s got it on radar, neatly slipping underneath and taking immediate advantage of the opening with slicing, whip-arm hooks body or cheek. Midway through, galloping barrage of lefts and rights tears up great chunks of Colombian gut—little Shakira swooning, turns away, takes a knee, emotional tears streaming down her face. Great moment for Kelly as she grins, lifts her mitts and struts to the neutral corner in complete control of her opponent.

R5: Kelly workmanlike, recognizes the inherent toughness of Shakira—Packard taking no chances, but keeping up a healthy lather. Some Colombian resistance this round—she’s able to get to Packard’s chest and churn left/right against the ribs and tummy—Packard laying in cheek to cheek to swap. Packard showing nice inside form against a strong little pug—Kel nice and relaxed, elbows in, hunching to block body shots on her arms, then just picking Shak up with arm-curl rights or lefts, slashing, swiping at her with no backswing, all legs and back in the punches. Shak whittled away about her ears, up and down her torso—she’s being dismantled, sent back to her corner more and more broke down through 5.

R6: Kelly resplendent in her corner: confident, taking ion water with thirsty gulps, nodding bright eyed during instructions—Shak a battered wreck, 3 people screaming at her in Spanish, eyes swelling, body slumped on her stool. At the bell, Shak bulls forward, makes hay to Kelly’s waist and ribs in that first minute—Packard shrewdly letting Shak spend up some emergency, protecting herself well, giving ground in good order, then ramping it up at the minute mark, Kelly stepping back, walking Shak into greasy uppercuts—blunt little lefts and rights picking Colombian up sweet, leaving her destitute as the hits pile up. Nice little spin move down the stretch puts Shak face first in the ropes—Kelly sets herself on wide feet, twisting her torso and hauling in thick rights and lefts to the body, Thumping assault has Shakira bug-eyed, numb, stooped forward as she accepts the shock—she’s left humming at the bell—Kelly with a hard working smile of satisfaction to her corner.

R7: Another shutout Kelly P—another round of clean right hands on swollen Colombian face, rampant tearing body work, sassy cuffing hooks to ear and indulgent jug mugging with tired Colombian buttocks sagging in the ropes. Kelly hurts Shak at the ropes with a series of workmanlike left uppercuts—Packard weight on that front foot, elbow in, just arching her back and getting her body behind the chin-checks, picking Shak up over and over as the blonde poses for the shots.

R8: Shak breaks up the non-hitter., Kelly taking a round off to get fresh for the hoe stretch—she peppers Shak a smokescreen jab, fading and circling until Kelly hits the ropes, then covers up to work as Shak pushes her way inside. Colombian getting her fight at last—weight forward, pushing her head between Kelly’s mitts, throwing non-stop amidships. Kelly cupping her hands around Shak’s ears, controlling the girl’s head, trying to turn torso to accept the punches on her obliques. Shak showing good energy despite the pounding she’s received—good healthy clubbing of Kelly’s ribcage pinks her up nicely, wipes a bit of that smugness off her face at the bell.

R9: Shak keeps it up for another minute, but Kelly’s stepping, precise footwork and patient, accurate jab once again restore order. All Packard from the minute mark, keeping her distance, spreading Shak out with the pool-cue stick, looking for clean, spearing rights to Shak’s bulging left eye. Nice wheel and deal from K-Pack, keeping it midring, turning and roasting her prey with classy heat.

R10: Kelly goes right at a battered, used up Shak—Packard wants the KO10 after a long, brutal beating, Shak dukes at temples, giving ground as Kelly sails into tender breadbasket with both hands—Shak hurt, up against the ropes, but defiant as she rolls her torso, move her head, Kelly spends the second minute letting her hands go, leaning in to pull loose-limbed rights and lefts hard underneath, straightening to jab at Shak, then drifting home the pay-off right crosses. Shak getting blistered—crowd groaning as Kelly land punches so cleanly to Shak’s face they squeak off bruised flesh, but Colombian won’t go down. Kelly has to clinch down the stretch, arm weary—she knows she’s got it, just tieing up to the bell as ramshackle Shak gets some desultory blows in to the ribs. Comes back UD10, 9 rounds to 1—Kelly Packard.

After: Shak beaten blubbery by a blistering combination of guile and aggression—Colombian exits the ring reeling, refusing to address the media. Packard getting pampered, congratulated—she’s loving the adulation, making good ion her own promise with a one sided shellacking that saw 4 shutout rounds, plenty of power and a knockdown for good measure. “It’s the same recipe I used to give Mish the beating of the year in ’02,” preens Kelly. “I stopped Williams that night after giving her 10 rounds of butt-kicking, and I tried to finish Shakira, but she’s made of sterner stuff. Guess I’ll just have to be satisfied with total, utter domination tonight.” Smug!

Reposted by Archer 1/8/10.