Posted by Simguy on 1/14/2008, 10:24 pm

Before: Quality blondes looking to regain traction on the slippery slopes of the lightweight division. “I’m still the same girl who knocked Taylor Cole out twice,” Molly  complains at the podium. “So it’s frustrating for me to watch her go on to take a title while I’m languishing. This fight is huge for me—it’s the way Ali Larter fought herself into the Top 10—by fighting the girls who SHOULD be ranked but aren’t. I’ll clean up on Ashley and position myself for a rankings spot. Once I’m back in? Look out fellahs!” Scott demure, unimpressed in rebuttal. “We’re not in the Top 10 because we haven’t beaten enough of the right names.” Scott says, “there’s no ‘should’ in boxing. I’ve done my share of belly aching in the past—I know I’ve been passed over and ignored by promoters in the past, but you know what? That’s on me. This year, I’m getting myself into fights—that’s my only goal. I’m finally going to measure myself—really measure myself—and see if I belong beside Jessica Biel and Jennifer Garner , or not. I’ll leave the whining to Molly.”

Scott in hot pink bra and panties; low ponytail with blonde curls framing face: white gloves. Molly in black bikini with ring connections; click low ponytail; white gloves. Molly in black bikini with ring connections; click low ponytail; white gloves.

During R1: Scott a little rusty—she’s misreading Molly’s jab, getting poked early. Sims right at her mouth,. Left at her chest—she steps in to spear her jab—very fast, stiff delivery jolting Ashley. Scott giving up one touch, but not two—she lopes the perimeter, eyes narrowing as she measures distance, Down the stretch, Scott starts timing Molly’s jab, dropping a slick pull-counter right hand over it, then engaging Molly in brisk trades of lanky blonde lefts and rights. Good, tart stuff late—both girls smiting each other’s upperchests and faces. Molly takes points based on time of possession.

R2: Molly still disruptive with that stiff, quick poke—she’s catching Ashley just before Scott can leg out., Minute mark—Scott rolls to her right, lays over on her right side to slip the jab—Sims able to extend on a sloping right cross, pouring it in behind Scotty’s left ear. Ashley stumbling to her right, stepping in fence post holes: she’s hurt. Earmuffing up. Sims hopping in happy—hooking Ashley’s stomach as Scott’s retreating to ropes. Sims pursuing—right at her cheek as she rips a series of withering hooks to Ashley’s rightside ribs and waistline. Scott grimacing, clearly suffering, but combative: she rolls her torso starts slicing back supple hooks out of her crouch—stubbornly denying

Molly a true clean-up flurry. Sims catching swat across her face has to pick her mitts yp—fight becomes much more cat-and-mouse as Sims probes jabs, looking to shock Ashley out of there with one right hand; Scott defending the pocket supple, turning either shoulder towards Molly, rolling and slipping shots.

R3: Scott hopping, sliding, pivoting—but still misreading Molly’s speed and ranginess. Molly connecting on a short, crunching hook to chin as Scotty’s rotating to her right; ASHLEY WOBBLY BUTT! Scott staring, knees locking, hands drooping midring: Sims resets feet, hooks Ashley’s mouth, drops a right hand: Scotty’s head’s on a swivel. Scott tottering to her right, blinking in stupor: Molly pivots right, pours a right hand in from off Ashley’s left shoulder—Scotty turning, stumbling as legs give way and SHE’S DOWN! Ashley corkscrewing to mat, shaking her head—she takes her time getting up as Molly jogs happy to neutral corner. Scott takes 8, eyes clearing fast: she’s dug in strong at ropes as Molly hops-to. Grim trade in right hands to offending tummies—both girls committing, then both turning on smooth, torquing hooks to chins. Scott out-punching Sims at the closer ranges—Ashley more lissome, turning into her shouts, using less arm swing and more hips, legs and back to clout home. Sims getting stroked, but she stays aggressive—refusing to give up position to a hurting opponent—she works her jabs, occasionally exchanging with Scott, trying to find the off switch with the right hand. Round to Molly, but Scott proving very combative, difficult to finish when hurt.

R4: Sims stepping forward behind the swift jab: Ashley’s reading it better now—starting to fade it., drop right hands over it, or slip, dip and hook inside it. Molly neing steadily ring up to chin—Ashley lithe pull-counter right hands finding chin; Ashley’s counter-hooks off the slip-left finding chin. Midway through, accumulation of sinewy, precise

chin-checks has Molly wobbly butt—she backs out for the first time, looking to regroup behind her jab. Ashley able to take a more forward posture: right under her chin, left at her stomach, left shoulder pointed at Molly in closed stance.

R5: Scotty taking it to Sims: Ashley now clearly on the attack. Sims flustered—jab attempts dropping off as Scott’s withering counters discourage Molly. Ashley stepping after Molly, sinewy on her hips, rolling her torso after probing with long jabs or lead right hands. Ash mixing up her speeds: slow, slow, SWIFT—often catching Molly spicy hooks or sneaky right hands out of crouches. Ash also doubling up the hook—sinuous the way she turns her torso-right, left shoulder leading the short, swiping punches. Molly grimacing, covering up: double hooks taking her very firmly ribs/jaw have Sims concerned through 5.

R6: Molly trying to punch, but getting hammered counter: Ashley Tricia-Helfer accurate here as she shuts down Sims offense from outside. Ash countering the daylights ouyt of Molly, then edging in with the lead with lead left shoulder: Scotty slowly increasing pressure, doubling up the hook; hooking off the right foot; hooking off the jab,. Curling, sneaky right uppercut off the right foot’s scoring for Scott: she gets it, then pivots left while swatting Molly a get-off-me hook. Sims shabby, mouth open—she’s breaking down, getting touched and outclassed. Molly big-girl strong—taking some gorgeous, sinuous shellacks—Ashley showing plenty of respect by turning and sidestepping after scoring. Final minute, Ashley slips a tired Sims left—Scotty leaning in with her head on Molly’s  shoulder while pivoting-right; hooking Molly’s trembling gut, then easing to back (right) foot to change distance. Molly waving the left, just trying to find Ashley: Scott immediately back with a vicious right hand buggy-whip to jaw, swiveling Molly’s head. Lashing, rising hook takes Molly’s sleepy face flush—she’s already toppling backward when the second hook bounces off her mouth. SIMS GOES DOWN! Molly stunned, stretched on her back—she’s a pathetic sight, trying to roll over her left hip, but it’s no go, KO6 I slinging fashion, Ashley Scott.

After: Fine performance for Scott against a bigger, more robust blonde: sinewy Ashley recalling Tricia Helfer both in terms of presenting a supple defensive front while proving wiry-tough under hard pressure at times. “She caught me some good shots,: Ashley admits, puffy faced in postfight. “When she extends and gets off straight punches, Molly’s pretty dangerous, and I was a little rusty early—she hurt me, I won’t deny it. I battled through it though, you know? Molly beats me here, and I probably don’t fight again till summer—it’s not happening to me this year. I took care of business, I left Molly in a heap, and I separated myself from her. Now I’m looking for Kaley!”

Reposted by Archer 9/7/09.