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29  June 1999 Susan Anton vs Brooke Shields

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Posted by Simguy on Tuesday, 29-Jun-1999 10:46:30

Thanks to FightFan for this repost.


Before: Anton hand-picked to give Brooke some work in a classic tune up with some marquis value as HBO celebrity division picks it up for their Saturday Night show. Anton as shot as a fighter can be, but the name carries tremendous cache, and to the average fan, Susan is still a credible opponent. Anton comes to the weigh-in in great shape, and even makes the hype seem believable as she poses nose to nose with Brooke for some publicity photos. Red infomercial suit for Susan: jogbra, stretchpants, white sneakers, red gloves - blue stretch pants, grey cotton high neck jogbra for Brooke, white gloves and sneakers.

R1: Any speculation about how much Anton has left is ended early as she comes out wobbly before a punch is even thrown. Susan's once slicing jab is a push, and her legs don't have the spring they need to get her out of harm's way. Brooke wastes no time getting to Anton's midsection with spearing straight right hands, and she pounds the blonde to the ropes to keep the fight stationary. Anton with some cute counter moves off the ropes, actually rope-a-dopes with Brooke for a while, slapping at the brunette, tying her up and lifting open-palmed uppercuts into Shield's mouth, but by the final minute, Brooke is in charge. Shields with her mouth on Anton's shoulder, digs away at the toned gut of the blonde as Anton holds on at the bell.

R2: Brooke boxes a little this round, using her telephone pole jab to get Anton moving backward, then lunging in with right hands in hopes of catching Susan in retreat. Shutout for Brooke as Susan runs for most of the round, clearly outclassed and underpowered.

R3: Brooke stands and drills a single right to the sternum that nearly folds Anton in two. Susan retreats to the ropes and once again makes the round interesting with rope-a-dope. The tall blonde leans back over the top rope, making Brooke miss, slapping at Brooke's face, and giving Shields only the body to hit. Anton pockets a cutey-pie round which has Brooke shaking her head at the bell.

R4,5: Fight slows into a predictable rhythm. Brooke will jab, then fall in, hitting Susan with a pounding right/left to the waist before Susan clinches and holds on for a break. Brooke lets her hold. Not much action, but Shields clearly the aggressor, walking Susan around the ring, and hitting her often enough to make Anton not want to take any chances.

R6: Brooke content to continue the ponderous non-action, but Susan is delighted to have made it past the half way point and starts to mix it up. Stepping back from the clinch, Susan is able to lure Brooke into big right uppercuts. Shields gobbles up the first few, but by the final minute is looking a little wobbly as Anton is able to set her feet and punch as hard as she still can as Brooke obligingly comes forward. Shields is hurt, and finally backs off, allowing Anton to come forward behind swinging lefts and rights to the brunette's raised gloves and brawny shoulders. Anton's best round as Shields wanders back to her corner in disgust at her own performance.

R7: Brooke steps up the pace, refusing to clinch, and slugging her way through Anton's arms as the blonde tries to grab. It's Brooke's best round of the fight as she hammers away at the blonde's sturdy ribcage, backing Anton up, and overwhelming her with sheer brute force. Susan fades to the ropes to try to confuse Brooke, but the brunette POUNDS at the midsection with such ferocity that Anton can't respond. Brooke leans on the blonde, cheek to cheek, jerking body shots inside. Giving Anton a little shoulder-shove, she lights the blonde up with a crisp right uppercut - Anton rockets back onto the ropes, clearly dazed as Brooke bodies up and continues her methodical bust-up inside. Anton worn out by the weight and power of her foe, staggers to her corner.

R8: All Brooke Shields as her foe wants no more of this. Anton sitting on the ropes, hands loose at her cheeks, is helpless to prevent Shields from loading up. Brooke with her forehead on Susan's rips left hooks to the midsection, resets, clouts right hands to the jaw as Anton soaks it all up. It's a bell to bell beat down, with Brooke pitching methodically all the way, and leaving Susan looking gaunt and pale at the end. Anton quits on her stool, refusing to come out for the 9th, and it's a wise decision.

After: Despite her imposing height, Anton is clearly a senior's class fighter, sacrificed on the night to a young bomber who just needs somebody willing to be a target. Shields showed what she could do when allowed to stand and punch, and could have ended this much earlier had she picked up the pace.


Sim Guy

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