Posted by Simguy on 1/28/2006, 10:16 am.

Before: High contrast bout in skills and experience, Anne a come-forward, strong bodied brunette—a young Lauren Graham by some accounts. Tricia the classic elegant blonde sorceress who likes to dress’em up before she takes’em out. “I’m excited,” says ingénue Hathaway at the prospect of the Helfer showdown, “Tricia’s down so well for herself that it’s an honor to debut against her. I’m not even going to try to box her—I just need to get on top and make her worker harder than she’s ever had to work before.” Tricia similarly curious about her foe. “There’s no tape on Anne, so you never know what to expect from a girl in her debut. She’s strong and fit—that I’ll give her. I’ll probably take a few minutes at the start to see what she’s got, then go at her from there. If she’s aggressive, I believe AAI have a chance to take her out—but I’m happy to work her over from outside if it comes to that. Tricia in metallic baby bloue bikini—Anne in metallic p[ink. White gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Welcome to the FCBA, Anne Hathaway! Tricia wastes no time—feinting Anne, then ringing her up a slinging hesitation overhand right off the left eye—Hathaway stepping in fence post holes at the open as Helfer bends into a beauty. Tricia supple, sinewy from there—gangly limbed as she extends one hand just to touch and measure, then strap Anne the other mitt hard across body or cheek. Helfer pivoting, dragging her left foot, undulating her torso cobra-style as she weaves in and out. Masterful, fluid shutout—Helfer turning Anne, slashing and carving away with lanky-limbed clout—Hathaway staring into a bewildering array if supple power shits in a shutout blonde first.

R2: Tricia’s tested the chin and found it sturdy—she sets out whittling her prey down this round. Hathaway in an earnest, rigid stance—dukes up—waiting on Tricia: Helfer silky smooth, supple waisted as she slide-steps around, feinting, pawing, distracting then scoring with the occasional vicious swipe. Tricia twisting on her hips to pull lanky lash into Anne’s flanks, ducking down on follow through, pivoting away—Hathaway just turning on the spot, keeping her  chin tucked, posing as Tricia posts another sumptuous shutout.

R3: Hathaway starting to come forward, trying to ride her guard into Trish and jostle her backward. Good thump applied to Helfer’s flat waist as Anne finally tosses her mitts—slightly wide, strapping sidearm delivery as Hathaway leans in and strokes. Tricia jabbing as she steps right, then pawing the right just to touch, then whip-snapping the hook across—Helfer with a pretty way if touching or nagging at her foe with nuisance work to set up the one lick she really wants. Hathaway’s ribs pinking up nicely, face shiny through 3 as Tricia continues to dictate.

R4: Tricia oily smooth behind her jab—lifting it off the hip, backhanding it to draw warnings, cuffing it into a semi hook, sometimes really snapping it up at Annie’s face. Helfer’s timing exquisite as she’s able to punch while sliding back, then turning at the ropes-Hathaway can come forward, but can’t get off with any consistency. Anne dutifully hounding her foe’s ribcage whenever possible: it’s what’s there to be hot on Tricia and Hathaway’s doing the smart thing by taking what’s available.

R5: Tricia works the Hathaway midsection this round, slinking to the right, ducking to roll Anne’s robotic one-twos, then answering back a succulent, licking right uppercut to the stomach. Helfer putting a swat-hook on top—nice tic-toc contact madder body and face on Hathaway, leaving Anne staring, stung. Midway through, Helfer gets that feint off the creep-step right, then dives in with a slashing hesitation right on the chin—ringing blast  puts Hathaway wobbly butt, freezes her up on the spot. Brunette legs prove sturdy—Anne absorbs the shock, covers up earmuff and puts her flanks and tummy on sale for Tricia’s hungry follow-up lather to the bell.

R6: Tricia now roaming to her left, working the Hathaway torso in an effort to wear this strong brunette down. Annie grunting, dukes at temples, turning and turning—she’s getting badly outclasses, doesn’t know what to do as Helfer strokes at will. Tricia arching her back to pull sexy-shrugging right uppercuts in between Anne’s gloves, then easing onto the right foot to pull a swiping hook across Anne’s startled lips. Right uppercuts finding Anne’s midsection with supple accuracy—Helfer cashing in on every sticking body shot with a clouting hook up top. Mouth watering stuff—Tricia weaving and sliding around her foe, systematically taking Anne apart for another shutout.

R7: Anne’s been rugged, durable all night—she starts to come forward, taking the fight to Tricia with renewed vigour. Hathaway a much jerkier puncher, pushing leather off her shoulders in straight lefts/rights; crowding into Tricia, then stuffing crudely to her body with pump-action lefts and rights. Helfer sliding back, dragging the front foot, pivoting to the right, showing face-in-gloves defence as she rolls and slips—she’s just looking to walk Anne in and kiss her a single shining counter to end this thing. Hathaway doing a nice job—finally getting  Tricia’s back against the ropes and raking blonde ribs some sturdy clout, Helfer unharmed, but outworked as she drops her first round of the fight.

R8: Helfer still defensive, showing off her limber torso moves—elbows in, gloves cupping her face as she twists, bends and pivots, Hathaway unable to get clean contact, but she’s busy, and she’s coming forward—Anne bouncing mitts off flank and shoulder, pushing on Tricia whenever possible, bodying her to ropes, Blonde bogging brunette down in sinuous clinches, tieing Anne up behind the elbows—but nothing’s coming back. Anne able to post a serviceable shutout simply walking Helfer down and working her over bell to bell.

R9: No-frills Anne stalking her foe, crowding her, banging her waist, walking her down. Helfer sliding back, dragging the front foot, walking Anne into occasional check-hook, or countering those thick, licking right hands amidships—but the KO stroke isn’t there. Hathaway with another no-nonsense round of steady pursuit—never hurts Tricia or threatens her, but clearly scrounges for points as Helfer’s still looking for the glorious moment.

R10: Tricia retreating, occasionally feinting at Anne, hen drawing back from her, sliding to the right, sliding to the left. Hathaway growing in confidence—she’s taken a few rounds from Helfer, she’s gotten stronger as the fight’s progressed: Annie’s thinking upset. AND IT’S OVER! Anne Hathaway buys what Tricia’s sellin’—walking in, drawing her right arm back to lick Helfer’s ribs; Tricia eases forward, bending low and greasing Annie’s jaw a slinging hook that lands with a thunderclap. Smashing impact stuns Hathaway, sending a gentle whipsaw through her torso as she steps back hurt, trips over her own feet and sprawls insensate onto her back. Poor Anne trying pathetically to roll over her right side to get up—Tricia smiling brightly as she struts to neutral corner, knowing this girl ain’t getting up. KO10 in heartpounding fashion—Tricia Helfer.

After:  Exquisite timing—Helfer walking Anne in and beating her to the punch—slinging whip-mitt hook a thing of supple beauty as it’s shown over and over on jumbtron. “I felt that punch in my shoulder,” relates Helfer in postfight, “I knew I’d caught her perfectly and that she wouldn’t be getting up, Hathaway’s tough, but a little raw—if I hadn’t had my heart set on knocking her out, I probably would have shut her out, but I wanted to coax her forward and draw some punches out of her.” Hathaway stopped in her debut—downcast, but not discouraged, “Hey—I lost to a great fighter and I learned a lot,” says Anne, “I’m not sorry I debuted against a top ten name—a lot of people got to see me fight and I took rounds from Tricia Helfer: I feel good about that.”

Reposted by Archer 3/9/10.