Originally posted by Simguy on 2/22/2008, 6:33 am.

Before: Odette off an impressive win over Jordana Brewster—but most pundits making her a big underdog against sporty dancer Julianne. “Think what you want,” Yustman shrugs in prefight. “I’m sure most guys had Brewster favoured too—means nothing to me. Hough will get what Jordana got—and I’ll keep dishin’ the beatings until people start to acknowledge my threat..”

Hough a well-conditioned, exquisite boxer with more pro rounds than Odette—blonde can’t help but be confident. “Yustman’s very sinuous—lots of torso and belly in her game—but I definitely think my wheels are better. We’re both young and ambitious—we both want to make a statement this year—so I don’t want to stub my toe on this girl. I’ll just get on top early and stay there all night: Odette’s coming out of this disappointed.”

Julianne is simple black cotton two piece undies, soft blonde curls; small black gloves. Odette in bikini with broad horizontal white/yellow bars; small white gloves. Heartpounding staredown—two very lithe, whippet figures, nostrils flaring as girls make smoldering eye contact.

R1, 2: Hough in control—stitching in and out with the quick-stamping jab—stepping around her foe midring. Hough putting poke up top, but also stabbing jabs to tummy—rapid in-out attacks have Yustman pouting in frustration. Odette dukes up, obviously slower—she turns, takes bright leather on her tummy (PIK!) and fields the occasional smiting blow to her jaw (PAK!) Julianne sparing with the right hand, but occasionally deploying it straight to body or crossing to chin with jabs and feints have Yustman blinking.

R3: Odette adjusting, Julianne’s quicker—so Yustman’s sliding back, creating a little distance for blonde to cover, Yustman starting to feint now, twitching her slender shoulder to disrupt blonde timing, raise blonde anxiety levels a smudge. Odette jabbing—sometimes a backhand slap, sometimes a more meaningful, snappier jab up off the hip—problematizing blonde pounces. And timing: Yustman relying on timing to neutralize Julianne’s quicks—brunette able to lash a few slinging rights to blonde chin as Hough’s coming in or going out. Wonderful contrast in styles—Juliette darting—Yustman serious as Odette gains in third.

R4: Julianne owns the first minute, stitching in and out: Odette wary, hanging back, shying away—slowly clocking her blonde. Midway through, Odette with a slinging right catches Julianne a sweeping wallop to chin as blonde’s stepping back from scoring her own tummy jab: withering clout claps Hough upside the head, jerking her a quarter turn to her right. Odette grinning, hops in with a lanky hook to blonde abdominals; dips right shoulder and hoists rangy bright uppercut to ribs; dips left shoulder, steps forward onto left foot and lifts the left uppercut to ribs. Alba-esque walking barrage of lanky uppercuts has Hough in a bad way—gasping blonde face-in gloves as she hits ropes. Yustman glowing—extending left hand to brace Julianne at blonde right shoulder; oily right uppercut skids off the top of Julianne’s scalp as blonde’s bent forward. Buggy whip right hand takes Julianne in above left hip: Odette likes it so much she moves her left hand to push at left side of Julianne’s neck, lashing another—harder—buggy whip right to throbbing blonde flank. Hough sobbing out, knees buckling: Odette lashing her girl without mercy in the 4^th.

R5: Odette frisky, hopping forward all bouncing puppies and sleek thighs—she’s obviously forgotten all about Julianne’s handspeed. Blonde ducking and weaving as she steps back in good order—she slips a series of lanky, sweeping lefts and rights, then darts in, turns her shoulders into a tight biting hook and DROPS ODETTE TO HER BACKSIDE. Yustman on her rump, blinking prettily, open-mouthed in wonder: seething blonde stomps past, glaring down at sudden brunette wreckage. Odette blinking back tears as she struggles up: she’s all hurt and trembly—not looking so fierce now. After 8, Julianne attacks—stooping to penetrate downstairs with harsh, thrusting tummy jabs, Odette sitting in the ropes, torso forward, dukes up: Hough lets hands go—ripping and tearing hooks and crosses, pasting away at brunette defences. Poor Odette! Beautiful brunette wailing behind her mitts, rotating her torso, trying to slip the incoming –YUSTMAN LICKS JULIANNE A HOOK! Blonde stunned to chin as supple brunette pulls a hook out of her ass—Hough’s legs nearly give way as she stops punching. Odette reloads: limber left uppercut clips Julianne’s chin—Yustman curling the punch to her right shoulder on follow through—then Yustman turns torso-left to sling an oily right cross against Hough’s face. Blonde pasted tic-toc—tottering back on her heels—HOUGH”S STARING WITH HURT! Odette tongue pink between teeth—she wades into Julianne with licking, lanky lefts and rights, lathering to blonde ribs and face at bell. Wonderful showing off the ropes converts a big blonde 10-8n into closer 10-9 for Julianne.

R6: Odette rangy, confident—stepping in wide with slapping backhand left, turning sinewy into rangy bright cross; shifting weight to right (back) foot to pull the whippy left across. Odette’s torso bending and twisting as she leans into her delivery—very sinuous headmovement making it tough for Hough to counter. Minute in: Julianne backing out, pivoting to her left: Odette hops in, bends forward, pulls that willowy right hand up and over in a looping arc, catching Julianne full to chin with palm-down cross. Jolting blast stiffens Hough’s legs as she’s stooped forward—then her feet shoot out backward, dropping her to all fours in spasm. Odette crowing—jogging all jugs-a-jumpin; to neutral corner: ingénue glowing with conquest as achy blonde has to climb rights to right herself. Rest of the way is lanky Odette clean up: Hough damaged, reeling away, sliding along ropes, hands up to protect herself against slinging brunette power shots.

R7,8: Odette pressing the fight, but look how smart she is: going body on Julianne as Hough sets up at ropes. Odette smiling confidently as she bodies up—pressing her lithe frame into Julianne, pushing blonde to ropes—sinewy arms wriggling in underneath Julianne’s to pull apart the defences. Odette hanging her chin out over Hough’s left shoulder, dragging and lifting punches up underneath to work Julianne’s straining ribcage and trembling tummy. Julianne grimacing, getting all touched up: Odette not heavy handed in close, but persistent, constantly washing at blonde torso. Julianne really struggling to find punching room—occasionally shoulder-bumping Odette off and snatching back in combination—but brunette smothering techniques take both rounds for underdog Yustman.

R9: Odette loping in, feet wide—she bens forward, pulling that slicing right hand up and over: again she cracks Julianne upside the head with scything palm-down cross. Hough’s head swatted hard to starboard—she jerks a quarter turn to her right and drops to her knees—holding her face as though b###h slapped. Odette preening—crowing at the crowd as she struts away hands high: she’s landing heavy shots now—actually threatening to stop the dancer, Hough rallies off the deck, but SO shabby; she subjected to more lanky body lather as Odette closes, licks and laps to torso while Julianne suffers on ropes.

R10: Julianne busted up, legs shot—she starting to be easy pickings as Yustman pours in fresh reserves. Lanky right uppercut off the right foot clips Julianne early, straightening her up: she’s stunned, helpless to prevent the sweeping right cross from detonating on her jaw once again. Crowd shouting “WOO!” every time Odette throws that sweeping right-whether or not it lands, it’s majestic and supple. Odette closes ther show in surprising fashion—chasing Julianne to ropes, tummying up on her, wriggling apart her defences then lapping sensually at her tummy and ribs. Hough just cramped and sick looking—taking a real working over her—but she’s too hurt to turn the tide now. Strong blonde legs hold Julianne up—she makes it to the finish line in swoon as Odette bounces away all limber. Upset UD10 Odette Yustman.

After: Bit of a shock—Julianne a highly touted young fighter, expected to do big things this year: Ms. Yustman simply wouldn’t have it tonight. “I told you,” Odette emphasizes in postfight, gripping the mic as the interviewer’s holding it. “I won’t be denied in this ring. I’m hungry to take over from Jessica Alba and I don’t have time for girls like Julianne. She came in all strong and muscly and you know what? I slapped her around! I took care of Julianne’s business tonight and that serves you guys right for making her the big favourite. Look at hr now: she doesn’t look so tough NOW, right?”

Reposted by Archer 7/7/09.