Posted by Simguy on 12/20.2002, 4:32 pm.

Before: Spears continuing on her “People’s Champ” tour—picking off contenders as she seeks to isolate the Belted One, Eliza D. Pressly as dangerous a stylist as there is at sub 120—hasn’t been a great year for Jaime, but the pedigree and history can’t be questioned: Britney’s in tough, Spears in pink bikini top, snug black boy cut trunks, Jaime in orange bandeau top, pale blue bikini bottoms.

During R1: Sharp exchanges at the open ends with a Spears hook clanging flush off Jaime’s jaw, Pressly backing out slightly wobbly butt. Solid minute for Brit as she builds on the point, bodying up Jaime, chopping and swatting at the gut—Pressly toeing up Spears arms, grimacing, walking her back to mid ring for the break, final minute, Pressly gets her wind back—it’s tactical circling, sporadic jabbing to the bell.

R2: Jaime so quick off the stick, hooking and pivoting smartly to her left as Spears goes over to the defense. Britney pointing her left shoulder at Jaime, right hand up to parry, good upperbody movement—she’s got Pressly missing or glancing, but Jaime’s limber, busy action dominates a tactical second.

R3: Jaime jabbing well—usually a good sign for the svelte blonde—Spears bobbing an weaving, backing up as the poke threads her defences. Midway through, Pressly dabbing away with the left, slings in a big right cross, turning Britney’s head and sitting her dazed on the ropes! Jaime palming up the shoulders and going to work—thumping barrage to the breadbasket as Pressly gallops her punches—Spears groaning, forced to clinch in trouble,. All Pressly the rest of the way as she jabs, looks for a right hand upstairs, then mops up in the tummy lanky, rolling thunder underneath until Britney can clinch for the break.

R4: Shutout Britney Spears. Spears answering Jaime’s output with a hardnosed attack, getting mouth on shoulder with Pressly, using her left shoulder and elbow to pop up with and banging that sleek midriff with surprising malice. Pressly soaking it up, laying in with Brit, mouth all pouted out, eyes flinching shut as Spears tidies up downstairs. Lots of clinching from Jaime—ref breaking ‘em up, Spears walking back in, going to work—great round of persistence from Britney to put some mileage on Pressly’s dancer’s legs.

R5: Britney really constructing rounds well, crowding to work the body and tire Pressly, opening up as Jaime wilts and scoring with sudden fury to the chin with sharp punching. Spears getting Pressly in trouble on several occasions—a short right hand over Jaime’s low left, a doubled up hook on the chops—Pressly’s knees buckling as she falters around the ring. We’ve never seen Jaime Pressly clinch so much in a fight. We’ve also never seen Britney Spears take it to an opponent in such systematic, determined fashion—she’s mostly flat footed, economical getting in, using her weight very effectively.

R6: Pressly retreating in good order, finally times Brit coming in—postcard perfect step-back, hesitation right on the chin, JP dropping it on the button and posing as Spears stumbles to all fours. Brit takes 8, tries to close up—Jaime sliding back cuffs and strokes the check hook, brings Spears’ head to er shoulder and dropping her to her back! Brit’s legs stiff and outstretched as she tries to rise—she barely beats the count, but she’s shabby. Pressly marches, knuckles up on the shoulders, starts to lather, lefts and rights, as Brit digs in. Shattering, concussive two way punching at the ropes—some of the most vindictive blonde on blonde banging we’ve ever seen. Girls just bending side to side, fists smashing off shoulders and skulls, both girls get rocked, but they just can’t finish each other. Crowd roaring whenever Britney’s legs give, forcing her to sag for a moment in the strands, or Pressly double clutches, bracing herself against Spears body for support. Agony. Goes to Pressly big as both girls stagger spent to corners.

R7: Flat footed, open mouthed slogging—neither girl has the legs to get cute at this point. Raw action as they fall in, push off and work, bodies and breasts clubbed without mercy. Both working with a tight little right uppercut inside, picking the other’s drowsy face up with abrupt jolts, laying in close as the opponent’s mouth drops back down onto hard shiny shoulder. Both keep[ing the left hand low on the inside, using it to ride around the hip, push or cuff belly with desultory hooks. Credit Spears, she comes off a disastrous 6^th to outmuscle and outwork Pressly in the trenches.

R8: Same Battle-of-the-Somme type slogging, girls trying to mass-up on each other, walk the other back, using  left hand wrap around the back to steer. Cruel little right uppercuts as the girls lay in, trying to catch each other sneaky. Clouting short right hands along the ribcage, around the back. Staggering, meandering flow to the fight, not as much clinching, but the girls are exhausted, trying to make every shot count. Once again, Spears outworking Pressly, moving her back, draining her.

R9: Same tortuous pace and style, girls are right there for each other, nobodies missing much. Turn taking, girls wrapping up with a loose right or left, then clubbing away with short licks from the free hand. Shoulder bump-and-shoot the rule, girls following through on short shots with cruel elbows. Spears repeatedly going to Jaime’s back with heavy hook—sinking Pressly onto the ropes, drawing boozy gasps of complaint—it’s all adding up, Britney takes her third straight from the lanky limbed beauty—Pressly stiffened, swollen, achy on her stool.

R10: Battered beauties creep to midring, touch with extended lefts and go with jolting rights, Falling in after throwing, they nudge off, reset, pitch—it’s mindless robotic slugging late in a close fight. First minute sees Jaime extend on and land a series of tight hand, turning Britney’s head, but Spears just won’t go, and she starts to buckle Pressly’s knees with a compact hook at the half, Girls trade right hands and Jaime’s thighs give a shudder—she’s momentarily wobbled, staggering forward—Britney stacks her up with a shoulder and doubles her over with a thumping flurry to the breadbasket. Spears suddenly uptempoing, jumping to the right, walloping Jaime’s exposed back a mean right hand, then arching to get the right uppercut lopped on underneath. Pressly caught leaning forward, perfect on the chin and she drifts out on the spot! Jaime P spilling to the canvas, mouth on mat, hands trapped beneath her body—KO10 Britney Spears!

After: Spears delirious with punishment and triumph—face badly battered, legs exhausted—but she’s pumped. Tremendous performance from Britney as she came off the canvas, deliberately engaged in attrition to wear down the gamine limbed blonde in a series of extended, close-in engagements. “I knew if I boxed Jaime, it would be dicey,” explains a shined up Spears. “people are surprised that I went right at her, but really, she’s most dangerous outside when she has room to maneuver. Our A games are pretty close, but my B game is better than hers, so that’s what I made her fight.” Shocking maturity and gutty effort—one of Spears’ best if not most artistic moments.

Reposted by Archer 11/7/09.