BEFORE: "A lot of people think this is a big mistake for me," Erica admits in prefight. "I've sparred and clinch-fought with Freeman hundreds of rounds over the years: she's much more familiar with me than a typical opponent. And she's monkey-strong - very similar to Jen Garner in the ring: she'd be dangerous even without the good intel on me. But the thing is, we've gotten to the point in camp where Cassidy deserves to know if she can really compete with me. And I need to know too. Sparring only answers so many questions about a girl." Freeman nodding throughout - very relaxed with Erica on the dais. "I actually get along very well with Durance outside the ring," Cassidy says, dispelling the usual on-set rumours. "But when we get in there together...you can just smell it in the air: it's alpha time. We bring it out of each other, and like Erica says - we're VERY familiar with each other's moves. You can't make Durance the big favourite you normally would because of our unique association. If she doesn't bring her best, I will beat her down, and she knows that. This is gonna be fight of the night type material, guys." Erica in scarlet sport-cut bra; navy bikini bottoms of aerobic material; white shoes with thick white socks rolled down; white gloves; perky ponytail with swept bangs. Freeman in identical costume in prussian blue; ponytail/bangs. Interesting aside: Freeman gets along with Erica alright...but incidental contact with Tricia Helfer tends to be frosty. Helfer vocally against the fight - thinks Cassidy has nothing to lose, Erica nothing to gain, and Freeman's freeloading for a title she doesn't deserve. Ouch. Unprecedented: Tricia working Erica's corner alongside trainer in tactical advisory capacity.

During R1: Girls slap gloves midring...Erica light on her feet, dances to her left, starts Cass out with a tart lead right/lean away left hook combo. Freeman forward, dukes up - she's jabbing for Erica's chest, then trading crisp right hands as Durance walks her in. Erica sidestepping - ponytail tossing: eyes-re bright, face eager: she digs hooks to sturdy redhead ribcage, brightening at the feel. Freeman bunching up to absorb, then hooking back - missing as Durance steps out, circles right. Erica in and out, boxing beautifully, but setting down on her shots: she's out-throwing, out-landing, out-classing determined redhead comp in the first.

R2: Adjustment for Cassidy; going to the rigid V front (dukes either side of her face; elbows collected beneath her breasts). Cassidy's footwork isn't the equal of Erica's, but Freeman compensating with a heavy, persistent jab - pounding Durance into one quadrant of the ring. Stooping, swooping in - Cassidy buries a right to Durance' tummy, then drives to ropes with a shoulder: Freeman on top, bumpin' hard. Erica digs in, lifts dukes to peek-a-boo: SLOB-R-KNOCKER! Freeman: bracing E's guard with a cross-bar left forearm, then hammering away short, clubbing rights and lefts with the elbows in for tight-chopping delivery. Erica's turn: little right uppercut mitt-splitter; little left uppercut; left hook chopped tight behind Cassidy's right elbow. Freeman's turn: BANGING fusillade either side of Erica's elbows, laying siege to that waist, then up top right/lefts, buffetting the ears. Erica; Cassidy; Erica; Cassidy: this is what they do on-set of Smallville. Rip-roaring stuff...crowd going apeshit...fists constantly flying HARD, one way or the other. Final moments...Cassidy's punched apart Erica's guard, disorganizing her, scoring heavy short-clout to breasts. Helfer screaming, pounding apron with her palm: "GET OFF THE ROPES!"

R3: Erica on her toes, briskly left, ponytail tossing: Cassidy walking her down big-girl, presenting V front. Heavy jabs dropping out of the V, pounding at Erica's chest: Durance jabbing back hot, hooking - left hands bouncing off prepared defences. Right hand Freeman, turns Erica's chin a minute in: Durance blinking, moving to ropes to regroup. Cassidy advances, face INTENSE: she dips torso-left in her V, then pops hips-right to rip a vicious left uppercut to body. Erica hooking back, accepting hook to jaw in trade: ladies chop short right hands, ringing up faces simultaneously. Cassidy bumping her guard into Erica's stacking her, pinning her down: left hooks adding up in Durance's rightside ribs as Cass shows premium bump-n'-slug. Erica no slouch toe-to-toe: she's ripping hooks to Cassidy's waist - digging up tummy just West of the collected elbows; scraping uppercuts through the middle, scuffing brows. Brutal hammer and tongs - Erica either unwilling or unable to get herself out of there, despite Tricia's screeching imprecations. Bell to bell Cassidy: she's on top, punishing Erica, hammering her torso, beating her arms, cudgelling her head whenever the guard breaks down. Bell: Cassidy scowling, forcing hard eye contact...both girls lumping up facially after 3 torrid heats.

R4: Erica stubborn, stepping-to off her jab midring, hooking Cassidy's waist as if to say "come and get it". Freeman obliges: vixens stand shoulder to shoulders, bumpin' and a-rubbin' - each keeping her hands up. Girls tilt to either side to get angles from which to chop shots to flanks: both ribcages terribly pounded. Gentle counterclockwise rotation as girls beat each other's hips and flanks: sound of leather on meat loud, excrutiating. Minute in - Cassidy with a pair of chopping rights in above Erica's hip: Durance gasping, buckling, can't answer back. Left uppercut Cassidy, picks up Erica's tits; short right hand splits the mitts, punching Durance's head violently starboard. THERE GO ERICA'S LEGS! Deep knee bend - then straightening to lock up: Erica stiff-legging to her right, visibly distressed. Cassidy forward in disciplined V front - dropping the jab onto Erica; driving a cruel, palm-down right in above Erica's left hip as Durance turns woozy to her right...Erica slugged into ropes, looking loose. Cassidy pouring in, pushing Durance into position, ragdolling her. Terrible bracing of Erica's waist via thumping left hooks shakes her up: jagged left uppercut knocks her groggy into ropes, eyelashes fluttering. Short right hand smashes face as Cassidy leans in close: Erica's hands drift apart, head lolling. Freeman eyes-wide: SHE'S ALL IN! Erica suddenly drenched in pounding leather - tits and face - jackhammer pummeling draping her senseless at ropes. Crowd squealing...Tricia screaming...Erica swooning...Cassidy piling on. Bell sounds to halt the carnage as Erica's out on her feet, strong legs holding up a swaying torso.

During the break - Tricia's face pressed into Erica's ear, saying the instructions right in there. Durance shaking off punishment, getting herself together.

R5: DURANCE COMES OUT SOUTHPAW! Erica a converted lefty, comes out right foot/right shoulder first, pivoting to her right. Cassidy immediately cautious, frowning - she paws jabs against Erica's right hand - Erica doing the same to Cassidy's left. Short, straight, cattle-prod left from Erica - punching on left side of Cassidy's chin: Freeman jarred, covering up, only to have her left flank turned. Freeman steered, punched to ropes: Erica stationed off Cassidy's left shoulder. Durance chopping punches: overhand left to face; palm-down right hook to jaw; stubby straight left to tits or mouth; swinging underhand left taking Cassidy heavily to paunch. Freeman grimacing, touched up: she's banging back choppy as well, but laying on ropes, punching off her heels. Erica outworks, outhits her foe in bitter toe-to-toe trading.

During break, Helfer pleading with Erica to "Box - show angles...you don't need to be taking this much punishment." Erica not shaking her off, but lumped up face, swelling eyes seem focussed elsewhere.

Durance/Freeman conc.

Posted by simguy on 2/20/2010, 9:50 am, in reply to "Cassidy Freeman vs Erica Durance title bout pt1"