Posted by simguy on 4/2/2005, 10:17 am

Before: "I'm going to love every minute of this," gushes a glowing Megan Fox in prefight. "I'm gonna pound that fat body of hers, break her spirit, get her winded, and then I'm gonna party. I'm going to expose Lindsay for what she is: an over-rated tramp with delusions of superstardom - I can't wait to burst her bubble." Not all talk - once dismissed as a tasty morsel for the likes of Lohan, Megan rounding into a true threat after some assiduous Samdog matchmaking. Lindsay remains unimpressed however: "Megan needs to realize that a true star is somebody special, somebody with presence, and she just doesn't have it," Lohan says at the dais, cutting her eyes across to a steaming Fox. "There's no shame in being a working actress, which Megan is, but know your place: no studio is ever going to bankroll a project because Megan's involved. She lifts right out. And I truly believe that stardom translates in the boxing ring: Stars punch harder because they have more faith in their power; stars have more heart, more pride; we're just more competitive than a regular actress, because we've been beating regular actresses all our lives to get where we are. If Megan believes she's going to reverse everything that's happened outside of the boxing ring by fighting me, she's going to get her heart broken." Lohan in lavender jazz print fighting bikini - Megan in shades-of-pink horizontal striped bikini.

During R1: Lohan establishing a mature, thudding stick - Fox forced to backpedal, circle away with curling lip, baleful eye. Megs shows that limber handspeed second minute: dancing right, she licks a swatting left across Lohan's face, startling her, then lunges to catch Linds a sweeping right on the chin. LL put wobbly butt, earmuffing up: jugs go on sale and Fox gets up in there greedy. Tasty swinging jug-muggage, Megan wading into Lohan, backing her up with thudding lefts and rights, forcing a breathless Lohan clinch at the ropes. Final minute, Linds regroups behind the jab, keeping her right hand up out of respect for Fox's sinewy left mitt.

R2: Linds strong on her feet, coming forward, dukes up - but she's having trouble with the lithesome mobility and lathering punching of Megan. Fox showing supple - hands low when she's outside, prowling to either side, constantly threatening to run Lindsay's flanks. Fox stomp-feinting, then stepping away, showing one hand, then bringing the other - directing jabs and sloping right hands down into Lindsay's stout midsection. Megs not really setting down - being cute, quick, getting off and getting out - she scuffs Lindsay up for points to take the early lead on the cards.

R3: Fox looks to up tempo, really get after Lohan this round: runs headlong into a scolding, sledgehammer jab. Linds working hard in camp on the stick - paying off in the fight - time and again she rejects slashing Megan attacks to beat Fox back outside. Megan in love with her legs tonight, thinking she can just lope to an angle and jump in: Lohan turning, staying disciplined, beating the quicker vixen to the punch with well-timed poke. Final minute, Linds halts a brazen Fox rush with a brace of pounding jabs, hooks Megan's ear, drops a banging right hand up the middle to smash back Fox's face. Megs bytchy expression turns woozy and confused - she reels wonky to ropes, covers up as Lohan steps-to, clips a tasty pair of left/right uppercuts betwixt the mitts to ring Fox up at the bell.

R4: Lohan hounding Fox now - redhead the heavier handed vixen and she's starting to impose her will. Megs bounding to her right but getting tracked jabs on her forehead - she never sees the crashing right cross that drops her in a heap at the ropes! Flash knockdown - Megs up quick, bouncing on the spot as ref cleans her gloves - she's combative as Lindsay surges in to finish. Cue crowd roar: youthful vixens lean in mouth-on-shoulder and get BUSY - lathering hup-hup two way inside. Lohan heaving beef into Fox, but Megs a tasty, licking combination puncher holding her own - neither girl dominant. Constant digging exchange rolls on past the bell - girls just mindlessly belting one another's tummies, tits, arms, and ribs as the ref takes a hand.

R5: Lindsay responding to corner instructions - re-establishes her fundamentals this round. Fox the more graceful, agile athlete, circling, slashing in, but she's all leg, no plan. Lohan turning, defensively sound, managing the rushes with a judicious jab, channelling and steering Fox into punishing right hand cappers. Megs brave, even foolhardy at times, but Lindsay's right hand is shaking Fox, staggering her. Lohan maybe a bit too methodical, tagging Megan, then walking her down, but not going all out in search of stoppage.

R6: Fox with bandy-armed, batting pressure, nails Lindsay a sweeping overhand right as Lohan hangs a jab - Megs right back with a licking hook tart off tummy, back with another rangy right hand, sweeping left on the chin and LOHAN GOES DOWN! Redhead taken off her feet as Fox extends on gaudy powershots - Megs jogging all smiles to the neutral corner as Lindsay takes a shellshocked 8. HAMMER AND TONGS! Foxie SURGES in - tackling Linds to ropes, jostling her, then coming up into the body lanky-limbed rights and lefts. Lindsay tight-lipped, sponging, but fitting punches into the tempo-gaps, clipping Megan's face tight lefts and rights as Fox commits 100% to Lindsay's belly. Savage two way attrition, but punch for punch, Megan's breaking down - Lohan able to slug her way off the ropes, hook to the body, hook to the head and extend on right hands - SHE'S GOT MEGAN SWOONING! Fox wilting under pressure, backing straight up and getting nailed - RIGHT HAND PUTS HER DOWN! Fox stretched on her back in drowsy astonishment - Lohan takes the time to trample her opponent with reeling, foreward momentum. Blinking, foggy-eyed 8 Megan: she's hurt this time, unable to find her legs as LOHAN PILES IN! Lindsay snarling, eyes flashing - she bends into robust lefts and rights, shifting weight one foot to the other, hauling harm onto Megs. Foxie trembling, stooping forward behind her gloves - lithe body getting buffeted as hamhanded blockbusters shatter off skull, shoulders and slender ribcage. Lohan strong to the bell - she chests up, forces bully's eye contact with stupified Megan - ref pulls redhead off as Fox stumbles to her corner.

R7,8: Lindsay imposes her will. Fox on the run - Megan gunshy, well-stroked in the sixth, she's not anxious to trade thunder with mallet-mitted Lohan, takes to the perimeter with hopping gait. Lohan stalking, disciplined to always close behind her jab - she's been stung tonight too and doesn't want to give up any home runs. Linds able to come forward, own the ring - beat Megan about the hips and shoulders as Fox seeks to either clinch or disengage.

R9: Midring, girls gently circling counterclockwise, tapping jabs, loking each other over and MEGAN GOES DOWN! Lohan from a standing start, times Foxie's jab, leans in a POUNDING short right hand from the shoulder and blocks Megan to her backside. Fox blinking in awe - blunt force shock on her chin shutting off her legs - she didn't expect Lohan to be that quick. No quit in Megan - she's been hit hard tonight, but she shakes it off, sets herself to receive Lindsay's charge. Lohan methodical on follow up - jabbing Fox into a defensive shell, then going about the task of doling out beat-down. Beefy rights and lefts in the flanks - Lohan trying to tap the side to free up a lane inside for chin-checking uppercuts - but Foxie keeping it together pretty well. Linds making most of her money on Megan's waist - strapping thick rights and lefts across flat abs, prompting woozy Fox clinches. Megs worked over, but makes it to the bell - Lohan grinning, eyes sparkling as she pounds out more points through 9.

R10: Fox resilient, up on her toes, catches Lindsay by surprise with fresh offence in the tenth. Fox countering Lohan's heavy, but predictable stick with looping overhand rights: while Lindsay's covering up, Megan able to apply rangy shellack to the body and breasts before pivoting off to the side. Pattern: Lohan advancing, catching a right hand, covering up - Fox able to flurry and turn her girl, escaping out to either side to reset the table. Tasty spank administered to Lohan's body - Fox unable to hurt Linds late, but brunette's the busier beauty, strapping on an up-tempo shutout to the bell. Girls chest-to-chest, angry, jawing - ref has to intercede as young tempers burn hot. Comes back UD10 Lindsay Lohan.

After: Lohan's power decisive on the night - consistently moving Fox, shaking her up, dropping her on several occasions - but it was the jab that separated the two ingenues. "She thought she could just jump me in all night," Lohan shakes her head in postfight. "I probably could have beaten her with my left hand alone, but I definitely wanted to punish her (holds up a cocked right fist). I drilled her good - she took it, but I think she knows she'd be knocked cold if we kept going." Fox puffy, beat up, but unbowed - if anything, she's more confident than ever of ultimate victory. "I was overanxious and excited and I made a lot of mistakes," admits Megan, "but I KNOW I can stop Lindsay now - I didn't before tonight. She's slow, and she's vulnerable to right hands. She totally can't take it to the body - I mean, seriously - I hit her a right hand on the stomach and I thought she was going to cry!"