Unified Flyweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 3/25/2006, 9:08 am.

Before: Team Gellar gloating early--Sarah making the “Number 1” gesture with her right index finger for photo shoots: blonde VERY confident of striping her former sparring partner if championship gold. “I’m happy for Alyson,” says Sarah, tongue firmly in cheek, “but all good things have to come to an end. It’s gonna be like old times when we get in there. Which means me beating on Alyson until she quits, which shouldn’t take TOO long!” Hannigan composed at the dais, unperturbed by her underdog status coming in. “I have no problem with books making Sarah the favourite,” Alyson shrugs, “I totally understand it. When  Sarah was on Buffy she was a special fighter: fast, daytime tough, smart. She was a better fighter then than I am now, no doubt about it. But Sarah hasn’t been that good in years. She’s taken beatings I never, ever thought I’d see her take and while I was honing my craft, she was squandering hers in one senseless brawl after another. When I saw her go down to Jennifer Love Hewitt last year--I knew my time had come to surpass Sarah. This will be tough for some of you to watch but believe me, it’s necessary.” Sarah in black bikini with white bordering, tight little battle bun: Alyson in red bandeau bikini, low-rise hipster-fit bottoms. Small gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Sarah: right hand under chin, left chest high, bending at the waist while swivel-pivoting left, keeping elbows in, tucking chin behind left shoulder.; Alyson: fighting tall, using her height, right hand cheek-high (wary of Gellar’s biting hook). Hannigan getting off first--popping jabs, pinging straight rights, stepping sharply left: she’s tapping away at Sarah, knocking back Gellar’s head, constantly turning her flank. Gellar frowning early, unable to let her hands go--Sarah defensively sluggish as Alyson’s tracing her with eerie accuracy, both hands scoring straight, frisky t face.

R2: Same again--Gellar looking to be the aggressor, quickly brought to heel by Alyson’s tap-tap-tapping straight punching. Hannigan stepping left; eyes calm, concentrating, Alyson managing the ring like a real ro--scoring ar range, sliding back while dragging her front foot after tagging Sarah, then stepping to the left to turn her foe. Gellar bleeding from the left nostril, clearly frustrated: she’s outfoxed outclassed for the second straight round and doesn’t like it.

R3: Gellar doubling up the jab just to close range--lathering repeat hooks finally bat past Hannigan’s guard to stun redhead on the temple, Alyson covering up dukes at brows, stooped forward: she grunts as Sarah goes tic-tac-toe to waist, small gloves sticky/tacky on taut tummy flesh, Sarah hooks lats, jams a straight right between Alyson’s mitts: redhead poked to ropes, keeping her defense high and tight, elbows in as SMG squares away. All Sarah, but Hannigan composed--redhead bending at the waist, blocking and rolling shots: Gellar lathering furiously body and head, just trying to flood the defense. Alyson clinching effectively, carving right uppercuts to chin while holding Sarah--nifty little veteran work takes the edge off Gellar dominance. Bell: Sarah nostrils flaring
 forces hard eye contact: Hannigan unfazed, holds the gaze as ref edges in between.

R4: More Gellar up-tempo slugging: she’s fighting at a pace Alyson can’t quite handle. Redhead retreating, blocking--Sarah splitting jabs, hooking off the jab, spotting straight right hands--Hannigan hounded to the ropes, once again sets up behind a high guard. Gellar lathering right/left, snatching at waist: Alyson groaning, stooping forward as Sarah hurts the champ downstairs. Gellar gnawing on her foe, getting off with strafing, clawing hooks and choppy right hands--small mitts pelting, bouncing off guard, skull, shoulders when not digging into firm belly meat or clanking off chin. Hannigan entirely defensive, sitting in ropes glum, trying to fend off the worse of it: Gellar rides redhead hard, puts her away wet for a shutout fourth. Much high-fiving, furious glowering in the Gellar corner: she’s starting to feel it.

R5: Hannigan re-establishes distance midring, PUMPING jabs to stall Sarah’s crouching advance. Gellar frustrated, out on the end of Hannigan’s poke: Alyson able to spot her straight right again, going to work on Sarah’s left eye like a magpie on a dead cat. Sarah wincing, impatient, mounts some ill-advised head-on rushes: Hannigan fading, picking up the blitz with a nicely timed short right uppercut, sending Sarah back where she came from with a tart hook-on-the-teeth. Gellar slowing, lumping up nicely as she’s rebuffed time and again, Workmanlike fifth goes to Hannigan: champ rights the ship.

R6: Hannigan spurning Gellar midring with the jab, really punishing Sarah with it now, making her look average. Gellar blinking, crossing her arms as she steps back, trying o look things over, Hannigan coming forward in spots--jabbing Gellar in the forehead,  dipping forward and LASHING her tummy right/left--good, good strokes biting in downstairs, buckling Sarah forward. In and out, very patient Hannigan attack: she circles behind her jab, comes in when Sarah freezes behind a high guard, licks the midriff, then claws hooks as Gellar stumbles backward out of harm’s way. By the final minute, it’s as rude a beating as Alyson’s ever had the privilege if giving Ms, Gellar: Sarah’s eyes shiny with denial and resentment; Hannigan’s eyes hard, flat as she walks Gellar down, pounds her body, mops up her head like a pro to the bell, Gellar visibly wobbly butt staggering back to her stool; left eye closing, nose bleeding once again as corner to work,

R7: Hannigan jab-jab-jabbing Gellar to a standstill--blonde scowling, bobbing and weaving, crossing her arms--but she just can’t get out of the way of Alyson’s tapping poke, Straight right hands thread between the mitts, knocking back Sarah’s head: Alyson reading Gellar beautifully tonight, catching her just before she bobs, or immediately after,
Often feinting Sarah into committing early to a move. Hannigan not hamhanded to the body, but she’s stepping into Sarah, committing down there and placing the shots well: Geller often grimacing, stepping back while hunching forward after Alyson nips liver or digs sternum. Down the stretch, Gellar in ragged, stubborn retreat--Alyson pressing her behind the jab, cleaning up power punches of opportunity. Long right hand tosses Sarah’s head to the right--her arms crossed, elbows up, eyebrows high, eyes shut tight as she soaks the cross. Left hook behind the elbow as Sarah’s hunching forward; tight left hook doubles up, takes Sarah behind the ear; Gellar tilts forward stunned and Aly picks her up a deft, short-clipping right uppercut off the right foot. DOWN GOES SARAH! Gellar stumbling to all fours, shaking her head--she straggles up at 8, ears ringing and THE REF STOPS THE FIGHT! TKO7 for the winner and STILL champ--Alyson Hannigan!

After: Sarah stomping her foot and pleading with the ref--but she’s taken a serious accumulation of punches tonight--face more than telling the tale of this fight. Hannigan starting to put ‘em together and take Sarah apart as Gellar became more and more available: Alyson clearly benefiting from these years of familiarity as Gellar’s patsy. AND IT’S NOT OVER! Sarah shaking her head in shock and disbelief--Alyson hardhearted, nodding “Oh, yes” and taking rough control of Sarah’s waist: vindictive walk of shame as only a former sparring partner can give to a former whip-mistress--Gellar blubbering from the horror of it all. Once around the ring smartly, then Hannigan jams Gellar in the HISC corner and mounts those ropes: fingers of the left hand curling in the damp cool of Sarah’s blonde locks, pulling Sarah’s head to the side to symbolically expose her neck-Hannigan looking out into the crowd with DEEP satisfaction as she lords it over her former tormentress. Eliza, Claire, Mish--each with varying degrees of enthusiasm--enters the ring clapping, lounging on the ropes,l strutting, patting at Alyson’s shiny back or red-clad buttocks. Dushku delighted to take a turn mounting up on Gellar, grinning into the audience as belly pushes a distraught Sarah’s face to the right. Wolfpack looking more ravenous than ever as Gellar’s dignity is devoured in hungry chunks: small-girl solidarity holds at HISC when vulnerable prey is apparent.

Reposted by Archer 7/13/11.