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1 July 2005 Shannon Elizabeth vs Emily Vancamp

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 5 months ago

 

 

 

 

Posted by Simguy on 7/1/2005, 9:42 am

 

 

Before: Elizabeth retooling—still young, still coachable—she insists she’s a different girl this time around. “I admit it,” Shannon demures, looking sheepish, “I did a lot of things earlier in my career that I’m ashamed of, but those days are over. Being angry and reckless got me a championship, but I realize now there was no way I could keep what I had with that kind of attitude, I’m surrounded by good people now—people who care about me—I’m training right, and for the first time in my career, I’m actually learning to box and use my attributes, not just wing and wail on girls. We’re just going to take it slow—I know I’m not going to jump in with Charlize Theron again any time soon and that’s okay. I’m looking to polish my new skills, get good rounds under my belt and do things right this time.” Emily in pink bra and panties, long low ponytail—Shannon in baby blue bra and panties (“American Pie” garb).

 

 

During R1: Emily right at her chin, left lower and a smidge forward: Elizabeth’s dukes gathered near her chin, weight on her front foot, right foot up on it’s big toe—she’s steppin’ wiry, always poised to punch. Shan shooting elastic, surprisingly disciplined shots—slicing lead rights straight from the shoulder, straight lefts off the front foot. Elizabeth lanky, limber with her hook, looping it at Emily, moving her on contact: Shan’s still got that gangly pop, Van Camp tentative, sliding to her left, ducking down and moving her head well—not offering much offensively, but managing the ring smartly, never letting Shannon dial it in. Emily with a serious little frown knitting nhe steps and negotiates: you can really see the wheels turning.

 

 

R2: Shannon continuing to break Emily down from outside—hard, sinewy lead rights, straight lefts, hooks. Van Camp startled when she’s tagged, jitterbugging to spots to recover as Elizabeth walks her down. Shan bring her hands back to her chin better than she used to, paying attention to her balance rather than staking all on crazy haymakers, Late the round, Shan shoots the lead right, mops up tuff downstairs a fat, slinging hook flat to paunch: Emily doesn’t like it, cringing, grimacing at the bell.

 

 

R3: Shannon steadily pushing pace on Emily—still doing it with stalking oressure as opposed to the crazed winging fare we’re accustomed to, Emily getting busted a tart jab on the moth—head flinging back—she steps out and shows good movement, disengaging on Shannon at will. Van Camp safe when she uses her legs, but she can’t win points on her bicycle, Emily occasionally testing the Elizabeth body, finding it sound: Van Camp bat-batting the flanks as Shannon stands her ground and absorbs without complaint. Another good, steady, professional round, Shannon Elizabeth.

 

 

R4: Shannon in that wide stance, pushing off that back big toe—her commitment to punching balance making it difficult to track Emily down when Van Camp sidesteps, Em raising eyebrows: she might have bottom tier power, but she’s got a fine set of wheels, a thoughtful approach, working the ring like a veteran around Elizabeth, Shannon’s  flanks being turned—she’s constantly having to reset, bounce herself back into ready position, only to find Van Camp’s changed the angle. More points by default for Shannon as she’s the aggressor, but she’s still working at cutting off a ring without going to a girl’s trunks.

 

 

R5: Shan stepping over as instructed, dabbing her elastic jab just to locate and stabilize her foe, Second minute—Elizabeth slides in that lead right off the shoulder, turning over her back foot prettily; ripping the hook back underneath to cripple Van Camp to the body, Emily sobbing, paralyzed and all cramped up—Elizabeth gets after her a licking lanky hook up and down the right side, lather-batting Van camp to her knees. Shannon all sunny, grinning en route to neutral corner: achy Van Camp up stiffly, wincing at the ref’s standing 8.

 

 

R6: Van Camp drowsy, reactions sloooowing: Elizabeth starting to find the range—she’s punching Emily senseless. Shannon bright-eyed, still has that competitive killer instinct—she’s stepping, drilling Em, hurting her with almost everything. Elizabeth with wonderful canvas coverage—she can seemingly touch Em the jab from half a ring away. Final minute, Emily reeling—Shannon’s extending on that smart right hand, popping the straight left, then pushing Emily’s forehead gently with the knuckles of both gloves, just to keep her in position. Van Camp sputtering, Van Camp unraveling—she staggers to her right and finally swoons to all fours, trembling from the almost constant touch of Shannon’s fists on her flesh, Ref waves it off—KO6 in systematic fashion, Shannon Elizabeth.

 

 

After; Impressive win for comebacking Elizabeth—Emily springy-legged, fresh, intelligent, and athletic poses some problems for a rule-abiding Shannon, but Elizabeth stays on tempo, gets it done with thorough attention to detail. “I’m very happy with the stoppage,” says Elizabeth, “you wouldn’t believe the butterflies I had coming into this fight. The thing is, I’m taking it on faith from my trainers about the jab, the body shots—it’s all so different from the way used to win fights. But it’s coming together—I saw that I could hurt Emily efficiently and with a lt less risky than I used to take and that feels really good!”

 

 

Reposted by Archer 10/5/09.

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