Posted by Simguy on 9/23/2006, 12:41 pm.

Unified Flyweight Title

Before: "Lindsay's out of control," says an opinionated Hilarie at the podium, pulling no punches in prefight. "She's a disgrace--the best thing I could do for her is to take the belts away from her--she's obviously not maturte enough to bear their weight. You this in kids her age all the time--too much success too soon: Lohan doesn't have the strength of vcharacter to stay centered through it all. She's just this lost little girl and I think it's sad, but you kow what? It's not her fault. Where the hell is Britney or Natalie? Where's the so-called 'leadership' on that squad? If I were carrying on like Lindsay--Syren would put a foot up my ass so fast it's make your head spin. Obviously, BSE doesn't mind Lindsay tramping it up, keeping herself in the news and selling tickets with her ass instead of fists!" Lohan apoplectic--mouth open--frequently coaxed back down into her seat as Hilarie tears into her life: Linds visibly shaken when it's her turn. "First...first, Hilarie: don't ever talk about what I do or don't do out of the ring--you're a nobody, you don't count and nobody cares what you think. Second: don't EVER talk about Natalie or Britney or BSE unless you're kissing ass--something you should be pretty good at. And third, I think you should know: I am SO gonna knock you out now. Tramp!" Hilarie turns her head to look out into the crowd while holding her palm up at Linds: that's too much for Lohan. Double-L flings herselof at blonde curls--prompting security intervention.  Lohan inm cobalt string bikini; Hoilarie in scarlet crochet bikini--small black 4 oz. workout gloves, both vixens. FUMING stare down as ref drones on like teacher in "Charlie Brown": neither girl makes any attemot to touch gloves for this one.

During R1: Hardnosed boxing from Hilarie--good firm jab bangs at Lindsay's face, then blonde edges in close to beat the body rights and efts chucked thick underneath, Lohan grunting--feeling it on her tummy and ribs, forced backward, prompted by the occasional touch of rope at her back to flurry back in spots, forcing smart steps outs by Burton. Rangy licks from both women--neither girl shy about tightening up stroke and slugging at medium/close distance.

R2: Hilarie stuns Lindsay a clouting right cross, mops up a pair of twiggy hooks that carom off Lohan's brow: Lindsay driven to ropesl earmuffing up, tilting forward. Burton stepping-to lanky: weight on front foot as she hooks those ribs--small mitts ringing out PIK! PIK! bright and hard against Lohan's slender 'cage. Burton looming, close enough to knuckle Lindsay upright against the ropes, then drift her a short right ctross from the chest to Lohan's chin: long blonde slugging it up well at close range, punching the champ's face with authority. Linds hurt, sponging it up, just facing into workmanlike, drifting chin-checks from her foe, but champ mounts second minute rally with rangy, brawling lefts and rights off the ropes. Linds wading forward--elbows in as she wallops away--lanky body limbering up as she mounts effective walking barrage to back Burton midringt. Final minute--girls revert to traditional boxing--stepping left, sorting each other out hard, spearing single jabs. Lohan able to answer the eary beating with stubborn defiance, though she can't win the round outright. Frosty glares at the nell as girls pass en route to corners.

R3: Willowy, rangy lasses not fighting like it--both girls dialing in behind their good jabs, but digging in shoulder-to-shoulder to scrape away inside. Elbow in, dukes up, chins tucked--girls taking with slender-armed licks and lashes as the opponent covers up and takes her turn. Hilarie with a nice way of stepping into Linds--reaching the left to paw-down at Lohan's guard before clouting in that short right hand from the chest. Linds strapping hooks at Hilarie's tummy and flank--small mitt really biting in, snapping off taut flesh. Down the stretch, diligent Lohan gets to Hilarie with rangy uppercuts--Linds just dippin'-n'-rippin' short, jerky lefts off the left foot, rights off the right foot, splitting blonde guard and putting Burton wobbly butt. Hilarie dismayed, faltering to ropes, covering up earmuff: Lohan tidies up with a batting array of lefts and rights nbright-n'-spanky up and down both blonde coastlines at the bell. Linds pumped--chests up and ets Hilariue hear all about it--ref intervenes as blonde pushes back, tempers flaring.

R4: Brutal stuff--girls all heads, shoulders and eblows, scouring away inside: not for the faint of heart. Hilarie following Lindsay's lead with those uppercuts--useful punch with both beauties leaning forward to crowd after punching. Blistering little rip-digs as the girls boyd-punch each other from tight guards--elbows in as they dip torsos, bend knees, pop hips to get meat on sidearm licks. Both standing stiff-legged in wide stances--reaching in with the left hand while bending forward to the opponent's left shoulder--each looking to hook or chop right hands out of the crouch. Late the round, Hilarie with a bandy-armed right hand skids mitt atop Lindsay's scalp--as blonde's bringing her arm back, elbow catches Lohan hard under the right eye. Unintentional petrhaps, but flagrant nonetheless--Lindsay temporarily stunned, then debilitated as opportunistic blonde GOUGES the left uppercut sticky to sternum. Lohan cramped up at the bell, weak-kneed: mouse already forming under the right eye as BSE trainer shrieks blue murder at the ref from the corner.

R5: Hilarie steps outside, eyes cold and hard: she's going to work on Lindsay's LEFT eye with jab, jab, jab, right croiss routines, Meanspirited, coldblooded execution--very hardhearted stuff from Burton. Feet wide--she's just pivoting left around the heel of her left plant foot, pushing iff the ball of the right foot for angular leverage. Lindsay grimacing--head jolting back, face lumping up--she's a confused beauty, reacting late, facing into poke. Hilarie shooting the jab from her shoulder--sometimes just dropping the fist into Lohan's face without turning it over, sometimes twisting it on contact. Right hands choosy, but straight and pulverizing, landing at a high percentage when Hilly chooses to throw. Bell: Lohan's eyes downcast, shoulders slumped--she knows that wasn't a good round for her. Burton eyes bright, lips set in a firm, determined line: she's a blonde on a mission through 5.

Burton/Lohan conc.

Posted by Simguy on 9/23/2006, 12:43 pm.

R6: More Hilarie, all Hilarie--Lohan getting banged up, backed up, beat up as Burton continues to chip away. Hilarie going back to the body bwhere so much good work has already been done--crowding Lohan to ropes and digging at fat-free chassis. Burton nedging her head in close, riding her left hand on Lohan's right shoulder (Cat Bell styler) and roipping right hands in jagged fashionm underneath. Miuscular, tight little digs--firm touched to tummy, solar plexus and jug--Burton pushing into Lohan to kieep her ropebound throughout. Linds grimacing,  keeping dukes up but not doing much to discourage Burton from bullying her. Down the stretch, Hilarie digging body, copping tidy right uppercuts to chin as well from this crowding posture--firm, consistent dished out to Lindsay as blonde pushes up off redhead with steamy satisfaction at the bell.

R7: Lohan's been badly used the last c0uple of ro9unds, but she's still servicable, alert, listening to instructions: champ rallies in the seventh as girls clang away toe-toe-toe midring. Second minute--free swinging brawl goes Lohan's way in a hurry when she straps a rangy hook across Burton's chin, buckling blonde knees. Lindsay quick-steps to her right, pops her hips-right and bites small-hook to solar plexus, twisting Burton's face in agony. Hilarie doubled forward as she's backing away: lohan eagerly stepping-to wilting prey to get a little payback. HAMMER AND TONGS! Hilarie firming when her buttocks touch ropes--lanky beauties form slugging arch as they lean forward mouth-on-shoulder to dig away. GLORIOUS sloender-loimbed shellack as girls trade witherng rib-and-tummy licks. VCrowd roaring on it's feet--bell sounds--girls keep strappin'. Ref FINALLY takes a hand,k separatung furious, wiry battlers. Chests heaving, legs trembling--this thing's taking its toll.

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R8: More Lindsay: Hilarie wilting. Lohan's jab dictating terms midring--redhead steering blonde to ropes, then edging that body left shoulder into Burton's chest to scour away up close. Lindsay dutifully getting those body blows back--paying Hilarie in kind with shivering, slender-limbed right hands dug firm to paunch, 'plexus and jug. Linds working Burton uppercuts--lefties off the left foot, righties off the right--just dipping side to side and scraping as Hilly bendsw forward behind her mitts. Strapping shellack applied to either flank--small mitts biting in tart behind the ebiw: Hilly's pale flesh pinking up nicely as Lohan snatches at those ribs. Bell: Burton wobbly butt, trying to blink away tears and control her snivelling upper lip. Lohan tragically busted up, eyes closing, but having her way in the 8th.

R9: OH THEY BANG WAY! By mutual, silent accord--girls are planting, getting close and SHELLACKING each other. Flat-footed slugging--girls keeping hands loose--right atop left at tummy/chest--dipping torso, popping hips to lick buggywhip brutality at one another. Groggy, startled looks as faces as stroked--lips parting in astonishment, eyes glazing over. They dip and bend, pulling limber wallop onto one another--it's all legs, hips, backs as girls generate willow leverage. Slowly but surely, one girl starts to get the better of the other--one girl starts to strap home bigger and bigger rights and lefts to face as she dips and bends into punches, One girl gets stronger the more she lands while the other starts to falter, starts to gorge on leather, starts to visibly break doiwn, then fall apart in chunks, as punishment adds up. It's Hilarie Burton pitching, Lindsay Lohan catching, crowd roaring as challenger gives champ a terribke pasting, Poor Lindsay gobsmacked at the bello--staggering around on her heels, tilted forward into Hilarie's punches as blonde sets and shellacks with bandy-armed vigour. Bell: Burtn brrathing harfd, mouth open and panting, but eyes dancing at the sight of swaying, swooning Lindsay, Lohan keeps her feet, but pays the price for her stubborness, staggering back to her corner in terrible shape.

R10: LINDSAY BRAWLS BACK! Hilarie spent up her money in the 9th--WANTS to finish but hasn't got the juice--it's Lindsay wading blind into blonde and backing Burton into the TE corner! OH THE SHELLACK! Lohan groggy and loose, but ste wide, leaning into Hilarie to locate her, then twisting to pull the shellack onto covered-up challenger. Lohans face a puffy mess, eyes closed--but she's slugging on instinct--leaning in to palm Burton's elbows, positioning the blonde, then strapping her workmanlike lefts and rights. Burton doing a good job keeping her dukes at her temples, blocking most of the leather, but OH, the body. Lindsay baring her teeth, twisting her torso-right as she carves in brutal sidearm left hooks underneath; twisting torso-left to sling in the right, Burton's ribs and tum take a terrible pasting, but she bears it well--Syren shrieking encouragement from a just a few feet away as Lohan pouts crop to haunch at the bell AND BEYOND! poor battered Lindsay mindlessly shellacking her drooping for--ref finally tiugs the champ off her foe as Burton reels slackjawed on her turnbuckles. Comes back UD10 for the winner and NEW flyweight champ--Hilarie Burton!

After: Lohan ashen-faced--so punished and mauled in this fight, but so brave--decision cuts her heart out as Hilarie squeals in delight lifting her mitts in triumph, Burton eventually comes over to shake hands, but Lindsay jus can't--Lohan taking the loss very hard, still resentful of Hilarie's outspoken prefight criticism--she turns a frosty shoulder to the blonde. "She's hurting, I get that," Hilarie shrugs, shifting gold in slender shoulders. "I guess it was hard to hear what I had to say, but maybe she'll take it to heart. I beat Lindsay up tonight not just ecause I'm the better fighter: I'm the better woman overall. I'm sorry, but little bar----don;t bear up well when the chips are down--maybe she'll realize that now and make some changes. Lohan's good, don't get me wrong--but she could be great and she's choosing not to be. If it hurts to hear, well then maybe should recognize that it's true." Ouch.

Reposted by Archer 7/18/11