UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by Simguy on 1/12/2008, 9:06 am.

BEFORE: “Lilly’s the only prospect to come along in the last five years who I have any respect for whatsoever,” Jaime admits at the podium, “Most fights I’m nodding off in my corner between breaks—no competition—but Lilly’s the real deal. To beat her, I need to be sharp, fight my fight. Watch my right hand fellahs: that’s gonna be the championship ticket in this one.” Lilly similarly courteous at the podium, “If I’ve surpassed Jaime at this point,” Evangeline says, ‘it’s only because I had her example to follow and shoot for. Jaime’s still as physical as any girl out there—despite the miles: I can’t take a minute off against her. Nobody can handle Jaime out in space—you’ve got to get right on her—and even THEN, she’s a terror. I’m looking for a good scrap—something to really set the tone for the new year.”

Jaime in royal blue DOA bikini with white strings and a double-row white waistband; small white gloves; messy high ponytail with bangs framing face. Evangeline in forest green bikini top, sporty pink bottoms; hair in messy battle bun with ringlets framing face; small pink gloves.

During R1: Lilly uptempos, surprises Jaime with ridiculous pressure. ‘Vange spitting jabs, closing, rattling Jaime with swarming, batting, vigorous lefts and rights—pounding away torso and face in clusters. Pressly backpedalling haphazard—hitting ropes wide-eyed, making moves—she’s doing well not to allow herself to be pinned down and worked over, Wide ranging battle as Lilly pursues nimble Jaime—Pressly unable to get off and fielding the odd hellacious wallop. Jaime chinchecked as driving right cross in thr second minute; torso-checked a pair of thudding hooks to the floating rib down the stretch—blonde cringing, but managing nto keep her feet. Blistering firtst, bell to bell Lilly.

R2: More offensive posture for Jaime—more two way fireworks as Evangeline continues to press. Pressly in wide stance, torso-forward: she’s jamming straight right leads./stiff jabs—getting off first, making Evangeline bob defensively. Pressly able to punch her way forward—often pushing Evangeline after scoring on her: Lilly forced to reset her feet. Lilly banging back big out of the crouch, thumping Jaime’s ribs hooks: brunette gritting her teeth and grunting as she gives it to her blonde. Pressly fighting hard, gritting out the exchanges—spirited back and forth goes to Pressly close.

R3: Pressly starting to dial in, ringing Lilly up with crisp, clean head punches Jaime able to get off first, come forward when she wants—but also backing off, circling, starting to show Lilly angles. Midway through, Pressly jots in the lead right, scoring to face; she pivots right, hooking Lilly’s left eye; slide steps back while pining straight rights to Lilly’s forehead, forestalling brunette punching, then; she chinchecks Lilly a torrid hook to ear as Evangeline’s charging in, DOWN GOES LILLY! Pressly walking her girl into a whippy hook, sidesteps left as Evangeline clatters past, landing on hands and knees in shock. Lily up at 8: Jaime pouncing in with jabs up top setting up thumping hooks to tummy. Strong-bodied Lilly groaning, sitting in ropes, ashen-faced at the bell.

R4: Lilly shakes off the punishment, rings Jaime up a festive right hand to put blonde o her heels early. Hounding pressure driving Jaime to ropes: Evangeline establishing position with her head in Pressly’s clavicle while marauding two-handed downstairs. Jaime grimacing, tying up behind Lilly’s elbows –brunette all head, shoulders and elbows in there as she crowds and mauls. Steady Lilly pressure parts Jaime’s lips this round: blonde wincing from the thump to her lungs, mouthbreathing as she’s steadily menaced along the apron.

R5: More Lilly pressure—insane Lilly pressure: Pressly never gets her back off the ropes this round. Evangeline’s head scrubbing back and forth across Jaime’s upper chest; ‘Vangie’s arms around Lilly’s head, or pulling her elbows—Jaime unable to reverse, spin out or push off, just trying to slow down brunette jail break. Midway through, clubbing right hand into the body sits Pressly in ropes with a groan. Poor Jaime! Blonde pressure. Evangeline beating at the goods down there, slamming away at the protective arms working the ribs, landing vicious little steering blows around Jaime’s elbows in tight to her body as Lilly stays on her with withering ribs, landing vicious little steering blows around Jaime’s elbows with palm-down delivery, Pressly weathers it, but she’s badly shaken. Round finishes up to the sight of Lilly batting a rigid, sidearm right hand over and over to Jaime’s sturdy ribs: like a two-by-four shivering of a cinderblock.

R6: It’s slug or be beaten for Jaime Pressly: she grits her teeth, fights off the ropes in another bitter two-way swap meet. Lilly SO relentless—bouncing short, clubbing lefts and rights off Jaime’s flanks, chest, skull; piling into Jaime for stack-ups, pushing and jostling the blonde. Lilly’s buttocks quivering taut as she stamps around in her bottoms, shoving and working, Jaime standing in the pocket, right under her chin, left across her body, trying to accept Lilly’s chest onto the left shoulder, then swipe back receipts, Withering give and take—flat footed, constant action as Lilly pits her will against Jaime’s in a siege of Fortress Pressly. Jaime gallant, but badly beaten again—she’s open-mouthed, wobbly butt en route to her stool at the bell.

R7: Jaime refreshes, stuns Lilly a lead right hand out of the crouch, then scoots around her to renegotiate terms midring. Lilly bobbing her head, moving her hands to different blocking positions—she’s a little tentative as gambling Pressly potshots take the initiative. Pressly darting in from outside, crouching first to feint Lilly, then lunging in the sudden lead right hand: Lilly taking on her face, unable to block the shot, Evangeline crouching forwards after getting tagged, gloves at temples: Jaime takes advantage with VICIOUS buggy-whip right hands licked in over Lilly’s left hip. Thick, whacking impact of these body shots against solid torso draw oohs and aahs from the crowd: Lilly visible shaken as Pressly hacks at her foe’s sturdiness.

R8: Bitter toe-to-toe exchanges, Lilly coming forward, Jaime stepping back grudgingly, but charging brunette for every inch of real estate, Pressly ripping limber left uppercuts, then crouching to wedge her left shoulder into Lilly’s chest, he4n swatting the right hand upside the head just before pulling out, Lilly dukes up—punching abrupt jabs to Jaime’s mouth, going after her rival’s body with straight, stamping right hands, palm down. Pressly turning at the ropes—often using both hands to push Lilly aside while stepping ‘round—Evangeline turns-with, maintains encroaching pressure. Punch for punch it’s Lilly: Jaime scoring plenty, but she’s coming in second best as Evangeline’s constant attack puts blonde wobbly-butt by the bell.

R9: Same again—Jaime unable to maintain distance, but she’s shredding oncoming Lilly with vicious lead rights, left hooks, left uppercuts. Lilly absorbing too much of this—face lumping up nicely, grimacing as she takes to the body, then to the head, Pressly brilliant in retreat—pre-empting Lilly, then sidestepping, always turning the brunette Lilly stubborn, fighting her way through to put mitts on her opponent’s ribcage—but it’s Evangeline who’s wobbly butt back to her corner for the break, Both women with stunned, vacant eyes: neither quite believes how fat the other’s taking her.

R10: Oh. They. Bang. Away! Hard punching in combination, then they fall in shoulder to shoulder, bump to separate and start all over again. Lilly’s will diamond-hard—she’s accepting Jaime’s lead right hands in the face, and smoking back rights and lefts face and chest, always backing the blonde up in dismay. Pressly executing turns and fighting retreats, but she can’t help but be driven ropeside, groaning as Lilly jams away palms-down, straight punches to the body, clinching before Evangeline can switch to the head, More and more it’s Lilly battering Pressly to ropes and getting clinches: Jaime just can’t answer punch for punch. Final moments rousing as Jaime rips a right uppercut to Lilly’s belly; trades hooks with Lilly; takes a clouting close-in right hand that seems to empty blonde tank at the bell. Girls embrace at the bell, both threadbare and exhausted at this point. Comes back UD109 close, Evangeline Lilly.

After: Pressly clapping, nodding at the decision—Krusher bantam not always known for her goodwill, but she shows it here, acknowledging a hard-nosed champion. “She gave me everything I was expecting,” a puffy, weary Evangeline says in postfight, “It’s rare that I encounter a girl my size who’s as string as me, but Jaime really is, so it boiled down to will. I wanted it just a bit more than she did—every time she hurt me, I was able to come back and hurt her just a bit more in return. I’m THROBBING right now. It’s a food thing for me that there’s only ONE of these girls out there—nobody wants to fight a Jaime Pressly every time out.”

Reposted by Archer 4/10/10.