Unified Flyweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 4/22/2006, 9:43 am

Before: Kreuk a bit of an HISC-killer in the past--bedeviling Claire on many occasions--Hannigan looking to sort Kristin out with a fresh perspective. “I don’t think Kristin is a good fighter,” Alyson asserts at the podium, “I think she’s a good fighter against CLAIRE--there’s a difference. She’ll have to radically alter her game to handle me, and I don’t see her doing hat.” Kreuk used to think of herself as WB cream, can’t help but look down on her nose at the champ-risen-through-the ranks  “Alyson’s fighting over her head,” Kris smirks, “She’s a jumped-up journeywoman and all I need to do is remind her if that in the ring, When she starts to get outclassed, she’ll start thinking of herself as a sparring partner again: that’s when I’ll take her.” Alyson in emerald bikini, tam sheepskin boxing mukluks. Kristin in vibrant royal blue bikini white aerobics shoes/socks. Small gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Tactical, range-finding action. Hannigan right at her cheek, pinging out jabs like sonar, just looking to find her nimble foe. Kreuk circling, feinting in, stepping out, looking for angles and testing Hannigan’s reflexes. Not a lot of swap--Alyson dictating
By virtue of poke and the odd attempted right hand/left hook combination--Kreuk dancing away, avoids both damage and points as Aly takes the stanza.

R2: Hannigan coming forward, looking to get big on Kreuk: pays the toll. Kris sliding back, weaving Hannigan jab, then walking champ into a clouting check-hook--Aly blinking when mop up hooks and crosses bursts against her defenses, forcing her to cover up. Kreuk’s face taut with aggression--she lathers hooks against Aly’s flank as Hannigan tilts forward behind her gloves; sweeps right hands across lower back. Vicious, clawing combination punching has Hannigan stumbling forward--Kris sidestepping, constantly turning Alyson as champ tries to rally. Middle minute--Hannigan rights the ship with some robust, workmanlike swinging rights and lefts to Kreuk’s midriff: Kris gritting teeth, bops it back outside while tapping jabs to Aly’s face. Kreuk runs the clock outside: Hannigan visibly wobbly butt, more than a little shocked to have been rocked by her gamin foe.

R3: Kristin in and out like a sewing needle--unpredictable little fists bouncing off ribs, arms and skull as Hannigan covers to block. Alyson a little slower overall--Kreuk’s hands and feet lighter, punching crisper--she’s not doing tremendous damage, but her lathering bursts are having a dousing effect, Hannigan’s blocking defense sturdy enough, doing the job--but she’s rarely in position to counter--Kreuk doing a nice jab falling to either side after letting her hands go, Round to Kreuk--big smile Kris as she saunters back to corner, making a broad “belt” gesture at her waist.

R4: Kris out jabbing Alyson, slidestepping back a smidge and walking Hannigan into theta cuffing check-hook. Alyson jaw-clocked, stumbles sideways--Kris pounces inside with a flurry to breadbasket, clawing her way up-torso to check that chi an extra hook. Hannigan stumbling headlong to ropes--she covers up dukes-at-temples, stooping forward: Kris hops in, helps herself to waist with swinging right so hard, her left foot skids off the canvas, lathering hooks claw across Hannigan’s back--drawing barked warnings from a concerned, do-nothing ref. Flurries amidships work tummy, creep up into jug as Hannigan is scrubbed raw inside. Down the stretch, Aly grits her teeth, dips low side to side and pulls looping counters upside Krissy’s head. Kreuk backs off snarling, nostrils flaring--finally beaten off by desperation Hannigan punching. Girls circling, glaring at the bell--Kristen chirping, calling Alyson a “tomato can” as ref steps in.

R5: Hannigan pumping stick like she’s never pumped it before--sheer commitment to poke has Kristin retreating under stinging tap. Alyson coming forward, wary now iof Krissy’s sleek little check-hook--Hannigan moving her head, keeping right hand at her temple, predicts Kris, times her, and hooks-with, neatly catches Kreuk on the chin, Second minute, Kreuk driven to ropes with a concerned frown--she covers up just in time to receive a lugging right hand swept to midsection--Aly leaning in and hauling hard to body. Kreuk stooped, earmuff up, hurting: Alyson goes to work with pitiless eyes, tightly clenched lips. Lathering bat-bat against Kristin’s lithe flanks, shiny lower back--Hannigan’s small mitts beating out vengeful payback against trembling gamin chassis. Up underneath--Hanni dippin’ n’ diggin’: working thick left uppercuts to body, doubling up on ‘em, shouldering Kris back and shoe shining those WB jugs just because she can. Kreuk distraught--eyes moistening--she’s trying to bend at the waist, ride this out, but Hannigan’s really bullying her well. Bell to bell Hannigan--she can’t drop Kris, but Kreuk visibly rattled, legs quivering, body throbbing--she’s beaten for a 10-8, sent to her corner with a mouse under her right eye as Alyson outs her foot don like a champion.

R6: Hannigan consolidates--she took initiative away from Kris in the fifth, now she keeps it, pressing Kreuk around the ring behind an educated jab. Kreuk’s face shining up, brow knit in a worried scowl--Hannigan walking her girl down in coldblooded fashion, forcing and winning exchanges. Kreuk not jabbing-with much--she’s obviously gunshy, preferring to let her legs create distance rather than punching to earn it. Hannigan’s poke finding Krissy’s beautiful face, and so’s that clanging right hand: Alyson pounding the cross to cheek and jaw with satisfying clap--each flush facial connect bringing a tight, hardhearted smile to Alyson’s thin lips. Bell: Kreuk flashing a resentful glare of pure hate at Alyson; Hannigan’s deliberately working Kristin’s flawless features and both girls know it.

R7: Hot body swap--both girls changing up at exactly the same time, leaning in shoulder-to-shoulder, rubbing tousles and working. Digging hup-hup exchanged in turns--both girls reaching in after getting off and trying to body the other back like they were welterweights. Breasts, ribs, tummies take a tanning--cold hearts, quick mitts hard at work in close. Kreuk with those cat-quick paws gets the better of it--she’s not hurting Alyson, but she’s more adept at coming off the body and clipping chin hooks or uppercuts--often book-ending the exchanges as Alyson falls behind the punching pace. Bell: girls still digging at one another--ref has to pull seething flyweights apart by respective elbows to enforce the break.

R8: Hannigan reasserts control with the jab, re-establishing a little distance. Alyson will edge in and hook hard to the waist, but she’s not laying in  mouth-on-shoulder: Krissy’s proved she’s quicker, so Hannigan takes those options away from her foe by staying outside. Harsh, uncompromising poke lumping Kristin up, dazing her--and sudden, tart right crosses spank Kreuk’s face to the side, always, always bringing Hannigan hard joy. Nice methodical beating--Hannigan extending on punches, looting the breadbasket whenever Kreuk covers up and stoops to receive, but otherwise content to bang away from outside.

R9: Kreuk not routed, but she’s shying away, in constant stepping retreat, right eye swelling badly, left side f her face shiny with hurt. Hannigan with jab-superiority, tap-tap-tapping away, dictating all terms; right crosses clean up behind the poke, finding Krissy;s face again and again and again. Medium-strength slugging--Hannigan in a wonderful rhythm, never over-swinging, always well-balanced--it might be costing he a KO, but it’s keeping Kreuk from getting off. Hannigan choosy, but very effective to the body--going there with hooks whenever Kreuk stoops forward to slip right hands--redhead really gouging at brunette tummy meat with choice single shot spank. Bell: Hannigan BEAMING at the sight of Krissy’s punished and sore-looking face--champ blurts “She’s ready for her close-up!” into Camera One en route to corner.

R10: Bell to bell Alyson Hannigan--she’s in complete control of the tactical situation now--Kreuk out of ideas., Jab bashing back Krissy’s head now, sending her staggering away--Hannigan following up with rangy right crosses, spirited hooks up underneath to chase Kreuk to the ropes, Krissy sliding along the apron, hands up, warding off shots: Hannigan strafing with straight lefts and rights off the shoulder, pounding to the chest and face. Crowd oohing and aahing whenever Aly lands those clean right hands to face--Kris getting nailed as she steps back, head tossing to the side. Kreuk heart-broken, hounded, harried and harassed to the bell--she fights back tears as Hannigan lifts her mitts the UD10 winner and STILL flyweight champ.

After: Interesting test--Kreuk jumping out to a fat lead, but Hannigan’s consistency and professionalism trumping the lithe quickness of her foe, reeling in and finally overhauling the exhausted brunette. Hannigan impressing pundits with her smart, no-nonsense style--not all that flashy, doesn’t pander to the KO-hungry mob--but gets it done. Claire, Mish and Eliza chatting with the champ in postfight--all having a good laugh at the glowing punishment lavished on Kreuk’s face.

Reposted by Archer 7/14/11.