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13 January 2006 Rosario Dawson vs Erica Durance

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 3 months ago

PARTIAL REPORT

Posted by Simguy on 1/13/2006, 6:35 am

Dawson in red/white striped bikini

Durance in baby blue bikini, yellow strings and ring connections

KO6 Durance

When two physical specimens meet head to head, you never know quite what to expect. Both Erica and Rosario are athletic enough to fight clean, safe fights, but both possess concussive power and enjoy using it, and on this occasion, power would win out over sense as both teetered on the verge of destruction until one woman ultimately prevailed.

Erica went down in the first minute to a scorching Rosario right hand, and from then on, this thing was a fire fight. Durance fought well off the canvas, tattooing Dawson with faster mitts in combination and the battle lines seemed drawn: Rosario’s crunching right cross versus Erica’s energetic cluster-punching, and more educated footwork.

Both girls rocked in the second and as if by silent agreement, the two statuesque beauties reined themselves in for the third and fourth—each boxing more conservatively, working behind the jab and looking to outclass the opponent, When this proved inconclusive, both returned to slugging with renewed vigour, each dismissing all thought of self-preservation in the hunt for opposing chin.

Erica was tested first, soaking up bomb after bomb in a shaky 5^th—she wobbled, but refusing to go down, engaging Rosario in fierce toe-to-toe to prevent Dawson’s finishing gambit. In the sixth, Rosario again struck paydirt—her right hand crashing unerringly to the point of Erica’s chin and this time, Dawson’s haymakers put Erica on her back, seemingly for good. Durance peeled her backbone off the canvas, but was so hurt and swaying at the ropes that Dawson couldn’t wipe the smirk off her face. She was smirking as she waded in to finish, and continued smirking right up until Durance slipped in under Dawson’s right and countered a savage left hook onna chops to repay the favour.

When two physical specimens collide, the matter is often decided by heart, and so it was this occasion. Erica Durance rallied herself time and time again, scraping herself up off the canvas and denying the hurt when Rosario seemed unstoppable. But when the shoe was on the other foot—when Dawson lay on her back, chest shuddering, arm draped across her eyes—Rosario simply couldn’t answer the call. When asked to explain the difference, Erica could only shrug and smile: “She quit, I didn’t. She loves to dish, but she can’t take it: girls like that never get off their backs when things get tough.” Ouch.

Reposted by Archer 12/26/09.