Posted by Simguy on 6/26/2008, 5:24 pm.

Before: Saffron insufferably confident during prefight--even going so far as to claim: “If knees were allowed, I’d put Tricia on a stretcher.”

Helfer feeling the heat--lovely, long legged Saffron a threat on many levels, following in the rangy footsteps of Harmon, De La Garza et al “She’s definitely someone I need to manage,” Helfer admits. “After Harmon, a lot of long-bodied girls wanted to trey their luck with me, so I always buckle down whenever someone like Saffron starts making waves, If she can box as well as she can scissor, this should be a good, tough test.”

Saffron in pastel blue bra and panties; white gloves. Tricia in black lace bra and panties; platinum Battle Star Galactica hair; white gloves. ASIDE: Many leggy beauties in attendance for this one, clearly intrigued by the match up: Alana De La Garza; Marisa Miller; Cindy Crawford; Cameron Diaz; even Charlize Theron among the curious.

During R1: Wide flat-footed stances; willowy torso undulations. Both girls thoughtful, cagey--extending a long, pawing left to locate, then turning sinuously into slinging rights, ducking low on follow through. Sweeping left uppercuts lick up from low crouches--both girls twisting and turning into the shots, trying to stroke each other hard. Saffron repeatedly clasping her hands behind Tricia’s head, pulling it down while walking Helfer backward into ropes, muscling her for ref’s breaks. Helfer clearly unhappy with the tactic: Saffron indifferent to Tricia’s frustration. Not a lot of flush contact: Saffron’s licking diligence to Tricia’s ribs throughout the round gives Burrows the heat.

R2: Similar supple stances/lissome torsos as girls bend and twist sinuously on the spot. Helfer making headway with heavy, strapping, buggy-whip sidearm rights against the Burrows ribcage: Saffron wincing, shying away as Tricia comes forward. Helfer walking Saffron down, hurting her to the torso, then clasping hands behind brunette head, pulling it down while walking her backward to the ropes. Saffron drawing warnings when she’s muscled into ropes: she’ll lift her left foot and push it against Tricia’s right hip, trying to break the neck clasp as Helfer writhes to stay in position. Tricia rough in the clinch, pulling and bullying--ref working hard to pull blonde off as fighters’ tempers flare. Saffron angry, but clearly being stalked and battered: Tricia lashing thick, supple right hands--one at a time--against Saffron’s chassis, buckling Burrows’ legs. Final minute sees a discouraged Saffron skidding along ropes--long legs threatening to give way as she stumbles into corners, Helfer striding after, applying constant, hard-hearted shellack to Saffron’s throbbing ribs. Bell: Saffron blinking back tears, long arms hugging her body as smoldering Tricia stomps back to corner.

R3: Tricia continues to snatch the body on Saffron--lashing the brunette sidearm rights and rising, gouging left uppercuts. Burrows grimacing, in constant retreat, shying away along ring-perimeter. Saffron twisting to her right to receive Tricia’s cruel, whipping right hand in the body: loud, thumping impacts draw shouts of sympathy and wonder from ringside. Saffron walking Tricia into clinches--sliding long limbs in under Helfer’s arms to hug her for breaks. Helfer aggressive when clinched, slapping away in above Burrows’ hips as ref works hard to pry lank bodies apart.

R4: Rangy negotiations at distance--girls weaving in and out I wide stances, lashing each other lanky. Minute mark--Burrows with a supple feint, brings the sinuous right hand looping over top, startling Tricia to face and HELFER GOES DOWN! Trish swept to her back by Burrows’ condor-swipe punch: Saffron stalking past with a hungry look, looking Trish over for signs of quit. Helfer up, but woozy: Burrows immediately in with the neck-clasp, bodying Tricia to ropes, squirming atop her. Burrows moves to disengage, drawing her right arm back and “accidentally” elbowing Helfer across her brows on the way out. TRICIA’S KNEES GIVE WAY! Helfer shaken by the elbow: Saffron hardhearted, dips her left shoulder, pops her hips-right and licks Trish a pair of thick, thumping left hooks to waist. Tricia wilting forward, hands at her face: Saffron dipping torso-right while riding her left hand on Tricia’s right shoulder--brunette clipping a cutey-pie outside-in right uppercut to brush Helfer upright. Another neck-clasp and body-up presses Tricia to the ropes: Burrows tugging Tricia’s head down with the left, then smiting her a cheap right uppercut, on and on like that--Saffron sinuous, reaching for Tricia, mauling her, then slashing punches, holding and hitting; Helfer rocked--just trying to cover her face/roll her torso in the pocket. Round finishes up with Tricia paralyzed, face-in-gloves at the ropes as Saffron lavishes both flanks shivering, batting lefts and rights. Angie Harmon erupting on her feet, whistling with fingers in her mouth; other leggy beauties also clearly appreciative of Saffron’s Trish-busting fourth.

R5: Girls loping around in wide stances, lashing each other savage, whipping right hands to throbbing ribcages. Faces tense with pain and anger, eyes flashing--it’s thrust/counter-thrust as each takes her turn at the lash. Long torso bending at the waist or leaning back--each attacking or giving ground with lissome grace, Ref barking warnings to both fighters: too much neck-clasping and pulling going on as each girl scrounges for competitive advantage. Down the stretch, Helfer’s able to fit a sweet, supple left uppercut to Saffron’s solar-plexus: brunette cringes, backs off in pain,. Yielding the round to Helfer.

R6: Saffron hurts Tricia: a wide, sidearm right to the flank, followed by a complimentary left uppercut to solar plexus. Helfer cramped up, tilting forward face-in-gloves: her turn to suffer as Saffron welts away to the flanks with both gloves. Glorious, lashing stuff--Saffron twisting and dipping side to side, pulling her long arms to thrash at Tricia--the mitts bouncing off  sleek blonde sides. Harmon, De La Garza, Miller and others roaring with approval; Helfer’s agony clearly a source of deep satisfaction for leggy rivals, Tricia stumbling forward, weeping into her palms as she tries to keep her feet: she’s stroked and lashed all around the ring as Saffron retreats in good order. Bell: Saffron smiling, licking her lips; Tricia blinking back tears, wincing with each step taken.

R7: Tricia turns lank slugger: Saffron accommodates, Both girls lugging a willowy right into offending tummies, then coming back the slapping left hook up top. Concussive clap stuns Saffron: she pulls away from the exchange, long legs trembling. Tricia scowling, baring her teeth--she strides forward, leaning into a HUGE, sweeping overhand right, just brushing Saffron’s lips as Burrows stumbles to ropes. Saffron: hurting; standing upright on queasy steps; right arm draped over top rope for support; eyes blinking. Trish lopes in off Saffron’s left flank, weight on left foot--Helfer pops hips-right, pulling a lanky, supple left around into Saffron’s tummy “CHUP!” Saffron cramping, gurgling on the spot: Tricia straps her an insurance left hook ton tummy, then slides a slinging right cross over the top. Saffron’s head kicks back and around--she turns on the spot, now facing Trish square. Saffron relaxes into ropes, right hand falling to her side left close at her breasts; eyes staring. Tricia lean, limber, legs wide part: she claps the wide, slapping left hook to Saffron’s jaw, then drills her the right cross. Saffron rocks back over top rope, then rolls forward, mouth open, face blank. Trish slaps the hook to find Saffron’s face, then drills her righty, rocking her back again, Saffron lolls forward, then droops at the waist as Tricia’s hook sweeps over the top. BURROWS GOES DOWN! Saffron piling face-first and butt-up at Tricia’s feet, crumpling to her left side to lay still, Its over--KO7 in sinuous fashion--Tricia Helfer.

After: Helfer teeth bared, looming over fallen Saffron--ref gently bodies blonde back as Helfer’s momentarily mesmerized by her own handiwork. Gorgeous, limber wallops applied all ‘round: lean lasses strapping and licking away until one could stand no m ore. Tricia seething in the aftermath, taking a while to calm down after scoring one of her most electrifying, emotional victories. “It DOES feel like I have target on my back, sometimes,” Helfer says of increasingly belligerent antagonists in and out of the FCBA. “Burrows brought it hard to me in the ring--which I respect--but she WAS cheap, and a lot of her preflight comments, and those of some of the other girls, kind of got to me, Saffron’s a London cocktail-club fighter; I’m a farm girl scrapper from way back, and I just took her out back the woodshed, you know?”

Reposted by Archer 1/22/11.