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29 May 2008 Hilarie Burton vs Laura Vandervoort

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 6 months ago

 

 

Posted by Simguy on 5/29/2008, 6:03 pm.

 

Before: “She’s a little bigger than me,” Hilarie says of Laura, “but I think I’m the more talented fighter. Plus, I’ve got a lot more pro rounds than Laura—that’s going to come in handy when she tries to big-girl me. I’m not concerned about her size coming down from lightweight—I think the better girl is going to win, not the bigger.”

 

Vandervoort on a bit of a career high following a close, competitive loss to Alana de la Garza. “Yeah—new management, new direction—I’m feeling good right now,” Laura V smiles at the podium. “Hilarie’s right—it’s not my size she needs to worry about—it’s my athleticism and power that’s going to give her a headache. I think my future lies at lightweight, but girls like Hilarie need cleaning up—I don’t want to leave a bunch of loose ends behind me, you know?” Laura in breathtaking bright baby blue bikini; small white gloves. Hilarie in blousy-fit halter style bikini top with gold ring connection; leopard print bottoms; small black work out gloves.

 

During R1: Tactical boxing first. Laura’s face in pretty scowl, glide-stepping forward with her left jab, rotating to her left, Hilarie dukes up, keeping her distance—she’s jabbing to Laura’s chest or body, then stepping away to avoid exchanges. Laura trying to get the slinging right hand onto Hilarie without success: Burton anticipating, backing out of range before contact. Vandervoort switching tack late—batting rigid right/lefts off Hilarie’s chassis: good leathery spank enough to give Laura the round.

 

R2: Hilarie doubles up the jab, plants her first satisfying right cross clean on Laura’s chin moments in. Vandervoort taking the blow well, but looking startled: Hilarie’s won the initiative. Burton methodical—sidestepping to her left, pumping the jab to Laura’s body and head—she’s keeping Laura on the defensive, Some slick D from Laura in spots: she’ll bend down to her right and bob, slipping jabs. Burton leaning in to driving straight rights palms-down against Laura’s midriff—straightening up with a quick straight left against Laura’s guard just to pre-empt the receipt. Hilarie owes Laura a few strapping body shots—pays off the debt this round with ringing raps against long Vandervoort flanks.

 

R3: Laura stalking her foe early: Burton crafty—backing off, stepping to her right in a little crouch, looking to time Vandervoort. Minute mark, Hilarie able to walk Laura into a clean right cross: Vandervoort’s legs give a shimmy; she covers her face in peek-a-boo, momentarily wobbled.  Hilarie eyes bright: digging left hook chews at Laura’s flat tummy; digging left hook sticks into Laura’s ribs; flicking left jab brushes across Laura’s guard, setting up the pounding right hand against the guard. Laura on her heels, blinking: Hilarie aggressive, eyes challenging Laura as smaller blonde walks bigger down. Ropes: Laura in peek-a-boo, keeping elbows in: Hilarie patiently nibbling with a long range jab, then trying to thrust a cruel right hand straight down into body. Hilarie in and out—harassing and whittling at her willowy foe. Laura stays covered up, taking stiff right hands in her middle, blocking all the rest.

 

R4: Laura rights the ship, re-taking the initiative. Vandervoort forward behind her jab, then leaning into slinging crosses: willowy leverage on the right hand getting plenty of respect—even on glancing contact. Laura often dangling the left at her side—weight in right foot—she’ll anticipate Hilarie’s jab, lift the hook off her hip and pre-emptively swipe Hilarie’s jaw. Burton retreating, feinting, and changing directions to shake pursuit: whenever she can wrong-foot Laura, Burton pounces, claws away with rangy-limbed combinations.

 

R5: Laura cuts off the ring, gets better position, lands harder blows against Hilarie’s slender chassis this round. Vandervoort leaning in off her jab with slinging right hands, then finishing up with rising left hooks cutting diagonally across Hilarie’s front: Burton swaying back into ropes, concerned. Vandervoort loose-limbed: leaning in to drag heavy right hands loud to Hilarie’s waist, then twisting to lick home the left to midsection.

 

R6: Hilarie recommits to her legs, wheeling around Laura, sticking out the jab. Vandervoort turning, keeping her dukes up only to be poked in her tummy; when she adjusts to that, Hilarie goes to work on the eyes. Cruel jabbing breaking Laura’s defence down: from the halfway point, Hilarie leaning in hearty right crosses, landing clean to chin. VANDERVOORT’S SHOCK! Laura wobbly butt—guard loosening—feet stumbling a bit as Hilarie collects chin-checks. Burton cautious, but persistent—locating Laura with the jab, then drilling her the right hand, moving Vandervoort’s head and buckling her knees. Crowd roaring when Laura spills crazily along ropes, seemingly on her way down: she rights herself, covers up, grunts as Hilarie hooks her tummy in celebration.

 

R7: More Hilarie on Laura, all round long. Burton circling at first, selective on the approach, pumping stick to keep Laura occupied. As jab connects pile up—touching tummy, working the eyes—Hilarie leans into ambitious rights, trying to hurt Laura. Laura getting her face spanked—beautiful features scuffing up: Hilarie drawing strength from the sight of a stunning blonde lumping up. Hilarie’s small gloves clapping tacky against Laura’s glistening ribs, firm tummy: Burton putting the work in, shutting Laura out, handing her a beating through 7.

 

R8: More Hilarie on Laura, Vandervoort inching forward in peek-a-boo, but not getting off. Hilarie setting the table with the jab, keeping her girl covered up, then placing right hands. Straight right hands palm-down to stomach; slightly wide right hands tart in above Laura’s left hip; right crosses later in the round when Laura’s defence starts to slip. Hilarie’s slender limbed hook sticking cruelly into Laura’s ribs: Vandervoort tilting forward, cranky as Hilarie digs in, but unable to answer. One move in particular for  Hilarie: she edges in after her jab, hands pushing Laura’s inner-elbows back, then Hilarie turns abruptly, tucking a short hook snug to sternum. Vandervoort pitches forward, draping her arms around Hilarie, face all pinched with hurt—she’s like a cranky baby about to spit up on momma’s shoulder. Bell: Burton slaps a bratty backhand off Laura’s rump; Hilarie breezy, shaking out her curls en route to her corner as Laura mutters to herself.

 

R9: Hilarie elects to edge in, looking to work inside and break Laura down: it’s a mistake. Vandervoort riding her left hand behind Hilarie’s head for control—licking lanky rights to Hilarie’s midsection, or pulling her face down onto uppercuts, Vandervoort adept with the neck clasp, tugging Hilarie forward and spinning her—Burton really getting ragdolled as ref shouts warnings. Hilarie going to war inside—clanging away all lanky uppercuts to the body: Laura just too strong, winning the exchanges, banging Burton ever backwards. Dying moments—Hilarie at ropes: Laura extends right arm out to the side, leans forward and sweeps the right hand hard against Burton’s ribs. Hilarie groaning, sits I strands all covered up: she’s hurt.

 

R10: Hilarie wants to bop it outside, but Laura’s got renewed confidence, taking the fight to Hilarie hard. Vandervoort muscling Hilarie to ropes, then dipping-n’-ripping snappy lanky uppercuts to the ribcage, Laura relaxed, scoring on Hilarie, then bringing mitts back loose to chin—nudging and propping Hills with either elbow or shoulder, Burton slugging back in spots, keeping her head peek-a-boo in place—very wary about getting caught while throwing. Corwd pleasing stuff—sinewy blondes fighting toe-to-toe, licking and lashing away to bell. Laura takes the 10th, fight comes back a UD10 draw.

 

After; Chest heaving, bodies trembling: both girls absorbed a beating tonight in hammering out the draw. “I thought I had it,” Hilarie confides in postfight. “She started strong, but faded, and she never really had an answer for my jab. Now I KNOW I’m the better boxer. I probably could have stopped her if I’d started in on her earlier—I gave her too much respect.” Laura  disappointed in her herself, hands on hips, fuming for postfight. “I dropped weight fast for this fight and I did feel a little weak, I have to admit. That’s no excuse  though—I felt I controlled Hilarie, I know I’m stronger and I hurt her throughout the fight. I just wasn’t sharp—I know I counted my chickens before they hatched here, and I had already chalked up the W. That won’t happen again.”

 

Reposed by Archer 9/30/09.

 

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