Posted by simguy on 7/26/2005, 6:53 pm

Before: Sienna the latest hot commodity at flyweight, looking to pad her resume with the elegant, but aging Diane Lane. Former champ Lane knows what it's all about, very candid in prefight. "Hey, I'm a forty year old flyweight - that's like a sixty year old welterweight - so I know I have my work cut out for me. Sienna looked good against Penelope and the kid can fight, but she's still gotta show me. Being hot and young doesn't get you an automatic 'W'. I'm well rested, I feel fresh, and I don't think I'm an 'old' 40 - Miller's in tough with me."

Sienna in black cotton bra and panties. Diane in cotton two piece as well: royal blue top, red bottoms, punching ponytail. Small gloves both vixens.

During R1: Di dukes up rigid at temples, forward crouch - she's blocking, bobbing, answering back hooks as Sienna bangs away wide. Lane knocking against Sienna's eye and mouth jabs - well timed pokes disrupting blonde rhythm. Down the stretch, Miller frustrated, flailing away against Lane's disciplined guard - brunette hooks off the block, catches Sienna's chin, catches it again, drops the right hand up the middle and MILLER'S SHOOK! Sienna rattling back startled on her heels - pinpoint Diane Lane punching takes the first.

R2: Sienna snarling, redoubling her efforts. Lathering blonde lefts and rights mostly blocked, but Miller jabbing now, going to work on Diane's left eye with spiteful accuracy. Lane's guard foiling the wide rights and lefts, but she's eating jabs, stepping out and circling as Miller proves the aggressor.

R3: Diane rummaging through her veteran trick bag - tugging trunks and top to reverse field on Sienna, pull her and spin her. Miller joins in, grabbing Diane's cotton top in the left mitt and cracking cheap right hands over top - ref separates both girls and patiently explains how you can't tug the cottons. Lane calmer, more poised - she's getting Sienna off her game with this stuff.

R4: Diane outboxing Sienna from that rigid blocking stance - Miller batting away to no effect and routinely catching clout on her jaw as Lane reads the openings. Lane able to come forward on the youngster, hook to the ribs as well as chin, knock jabs against Sienna's beautiful face - it's a real schooling. Miller in retreat, headhunting - corner on her to start hitting the 'old woman' in the gut. Lane warned for headlocking whenever the girls fall in together.

R5: Sienna banging away to the midsection both mitts - good looking stuff, but her head's right there for Diane's clipping receipts. Lane blocking shots on her elbows, staying compact as Sienna flails away, then tic-tac-toe, brunette puts tidy punches together to rock blonde world. Miller bug-eyed: Diane's pounding the ribcage, catching the chin, giving Miller disciplined looks she's never seen before. Sienna wobbly butt at points this round and Diane even takes a moment to shoeshine jumping British jugs in their soft cotton home, putting a look of shocked outrage on Miller's bruising face.

R6: Sienna recovering well from hurt, starts to contest the jab with Diane - older woman's face not bearing up as well under hot poke. Miller listening to her corner, occasionally roasting Lane's ribs right/left - Diane still nicely defended in the pocket, answering back hooks, stab-and-retract straight right hands from the temple.

R7: Another good round for Diane Lane - she's terrorizing Sienna off the block. Lane bobbing, taking punches on her hands and arms, then ringing Miller up lefts and rights on the chin, cleaning up body or jug as Sienna founders. Miller taking Diane's punches very well however - wiry blonde able to eat a few to dig at Lane's paunch or claw her ribs. End of the round sees toe-to-toe back and forth - Sienna dipping her shoulders, fitting either mitt into Diane's sternum to back her up at the bell.

R8: Diane knocks her jab against Sienna's forehead: Sienna taps her jab against Diane's eye. Diane dips, hooks jug: Sienna swat-hooks jug, drops the right hand up the middle. Diane weight on front foot hooks the ribcage: Sienna fades half a step before leaning onto her front foot and hooking Diane in the teeth. Girls trade right hands and LANE GETS HURT! Slanting blow across the chin puts Diane wobbly butt - she staggers away hands at temples as Sienna pours forward. Miller hooks crotch! Miller hooks crotch! Lane sags groaning into the ropes, doubled up, right at her chest, left at her belly and SIENNA POUNDS AWAY ON DIANE'S FACE! Miller swinging away lefts and rights, small gloves cracking hard against Lane's temples, cheeks - she's just staring into punches, busting up and LANE GOES DOWN! Diane sinking to one knee, mute with punishment and SIENNA LAVISHES DIANE AN EXTRA RIGHT HAND! Lane sprawling - ref jumping in as snarling Miller's bodied backwards but it's OVER. KO8 Sienna Miller as Diane can't shake off the cheapness.

After: Lane crestfallen - well ahead on points, outclassing her brash young opponent, but Sienna showing coldblooded killer instinct in finding a way to answer brunette skill. Miller bitterly resentful - her eyes swollen, cheekbones bruised - she's met with a torrent of boos as she roughly pulls Diane to her feet for a mortifying walk of shame. Lane limp, head lolling back as she fights back tears, held fast in the crook of Sienna's slender right arm. Miller glaring, shouting at ringsiders - she doesn't seem to understand or care that Lane's a well respected warhorse who deserves much, much better from up and comers.