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22 April 2005 Rebecca Gayheart vs Ellen Pompeo

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Posted by Simguy on 4/22/2005.

 

Before: Pompeo bumping one of the biggest starlets on earth off the Technetium roster - big shoes to fill and big expectations for the little-known bantam. "Keira was a tremendous overachiever," Ellen says in prefight, "but she'd gone as far as her skills could take her and Tech made a move - I'm sure it was nothing personal. People don't know me, but I can fight. Once I get my feet wet, I know I can be competitive with these girls."

 

Gayheart looked good in upsetting the overconfident but undersized Penelope Cruz - she's got a chance to get a little momentum going with a win over a TU ingenue. "Just looking at her," Becky says, "I don't think Ellen can take my punch. If anything, Penelope looked a little stronger. I'll take my time, suss her out in the first few rounds, then pour it on. I don't think Pompeo will go the distance with me."

 

Willowy vixens full of hope - Ellen in green bikini, Gayheart in pink bikini - small gloves both.

 

During R1: Spirited stuff midring as both girls look to whittle their way inside and flail. Pompeo weight on front (right) foot, southpaw stance - she'll flutter a lead left, turn over the right hook, scoot back a step while flicking a jab - not a lot on the shots, but a classy look to the arsenal. Gayheart dukes up, palms out, trying to ward off the shots, dip her way inside and work to the body - she's steadily pressing Pompeo around the ring. Becky landing the more meaningful work, concentrating on Ellen's slender ribs - both girls rosy-cheeked after a brisk, batting first.

 

R2: Pompeo hopping along the perimeter, dictating terms with her legs. Pomps with those chipping, chiselling punches off the front foot - ping, ping, ping combinations keeping Gayheart occupied, defensive - Ellen choosing her spots to come inside and lather. Pompeo batting and licking at the Gayheart ribcage with puppy-tongue enthusiasm - showing class as she wades in, then belts away while backing up. Gayheart a little dismayed - at one point stumbling forward to clinch but getting chewed up as Pompeo backpedals, gallops her hands to the belly and sternum to drumming effect.

 

R3,4: Pompeo continues to dominate. Similar pattern - she's not just wading in and taking it to Gayheart. Ellen starts by circling, changing direction, showing a springy leg. She'll nibble and poke combos off her front foot, showing a lead left, doubling the lead left, poking the right and turning over a steering hook. Once Gayheart's on her heels and thinking too much, THEN Pomps'll bounce inside and lather. Ellen sinewy rather than hamhanded - no one punch doing it - but in aggregate, Gayheart being discouraged to the body as Ellen works her over pretty consistently through 4.

 

R5: Domination evolves into supremacy - Gayheart tenative, hanging back behind her guard - she's a confused beauty. Pompeo nibbling to tummy a pesky right jab, stepping to the right, poking the lead left through the mitts up top, quick-slapping the hook and stepping in to rifle a more meaningful left onto Gayheart's teeth as Becky's backing up. Latter half the round a sustained, licking assault against Becky's slender torso - Gayheart covered up, leaning forward morose - she's not answering back, just sponging the insistent pik-pak-pek of Ellen's busy fists. Pompeo happy in her work, cool smile on frosty lips as elegant limbs bat and slash away - small gloves clawing at Becky's ribs, digging in tacky or clubbing atop the skull and shoulders. It's all too much - Gayheart succumbing to the pelting beatdown finally takes a knee in the final minute, eyes hollow, mouth open and panting as Ellen bops to the neutral corner.

 

R6,7: Ellen keeps it up - good fitness, good tempo, not a lot of power, but she keeps at Becky like a swarm of mosquitoes. Becky floundering now - unable to handle the volume - she covers up sullen, backs away confused, or wades forward grim, all to little effect. Pompeo impressing pundits with her ability to lick with leverage moving forward or back - she can walk Becky into body shots, turn her, clout her about the temples, then get Becky stumbling backwards. Gayheart breaking down under the tranquilizing effect of Ellen's punches - stumbling, sagging into the ropes, sliding along the apron, until finally, her legs give way. Becky panting, shiny, used up on all fours - she's a trembling, exhausted beauty when the ref counts her out on her knees. TKO7 in impressive fashion, Ellen Pompeo.

 

After: Ellen delighted in victory, clapping happily, clasping her hands together in the aftermath and accepting accolades from pleased paymasters. Becky numb on her stool, wondering where it all went wrong when Pompeo hops in, grabbing at the left wrist and bicep of her foe to jerk Gayheart roughly to her feet. Shabby walk of shame as Pompeo cements her debut in grand style - Ellen smiling, glass-hearted as she guides Becky around the ring, right arm snug around Gayheart's slim waist. Becky blinking back tears - sickening feeling to be displayed just to launch another woman's career. At the end, quick peck on the cheek Pomps to Gayheart, robust slap on the ass and Ellen struts away waving with both hands to the crowd - more upbeat and thrilled than truly meanspirited in victory. (Hey Tech, how about Madeline Stowe for Ellen next? Similar sized chassis, Stowe with veteran skills, but aging, likely to fade in the late rounds against perky punching Pompeo.)

 

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