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29 September 1999 Elizabeth Hurley vs Paula Marshall

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Posted by Simguy on Wednesday, 29-Sep-1999 08:39:23

Thanks to FightFan for this repost


Before: Paula crosses the pond for mega match up against buxom Brit Hurley. Marshall's biggest fight dollar-wise, but still tune-up money compared to Big American Blonde money. Is Marshall ready for prime time? Bout should tell all as Hurley no soft touch. Red Adidas terrycloth trunks, black sportsbra for Liz, red high cut aerobics trunks for Paula, black sportsbra.

During R1: Paula keeping her left foot outside Southpaw Liz's right, stabbing one twos to Hurley's chest, and not falling for any Jedi mind tricks early. Hurley with those subtle lefty moves, catches Marshall's jab on her shoulder, turns with the right hand, but isn't busy enough herself to take the round.

R2: Liz still letting Paula step and poke, but midway through the round, she rings Marshall up with the stitching right jab, sweeping left hand to the teeth to rock Paula's world. Marshall wobbly butt, cover up and Liz goes to work with those whipping left and right body shots, beautifully articulating the punches with her shoulders and hips.

R3: Marshall not having it. Stepping into a punishing left jab, she brings a steady diet of straight rights up the middle, banging Liz' pretty face back repeatedly and putting Hurley on the ropes. Marshall squaring up in a wide stance, launches left hooks across Hurley's taut abs, drawing a grimace from the Brit as she folds forward. Clipping right uppercuts on the chin follow, snapping Hurley's head back, and nearly dropping her on all fours. All Marshall to the bell as she spanks the body and pounds the head with sweet combinations.

R4: Cagey Liz, sporting a puffy eye and reddened face, starts showing more lefty movement this round, greatly minimizing Paula's effectiveness. Hurley adept at simply turning her shoulders and stepping right around the American, and Paula can't seem to land clean. Liz patiently countering, dropping a chopping right hand from the elbow, or sweeping a delayed left wide to the square jaw of Paula.

R5: Liz taking Paula's jab apart, countering over the top with right hooks and scoring with heavy left hands to the teeth that have Marshall glassy eyed early. Paula showing guts, squares up and turns slugger, putting Hurley against the ropes and clubbing away with rising strokes from both hands into Hurley's midsection. Liz calm on defense, giving Paula the body, but taking away the head with supple moves inside.

R6: Liz confounding Paula with southpaw angles, fights off Marshall's left side all round long. Nuzzling in close, laying in practically cheek to cheek - Liz hooks up Paula's left arm and chops away with little left hands from the shoulder to Paula's face and bra. Marshall helpless, swats her right hand but hits only shoulder as Liz works her magic inside.

R7: Liz starting to break Paula down psychologically as the American gets frustrated inside. Hurley right there, but she slips and slithers in and out so effectively Marshall can't get leather on meat. Midway through the round, with Paula getting wild, Hurley clips the chin with the short right uppercut, and bangs the ear with the wide left to get Paula staggering. Marshall wandering to the ropes with a vacant look in her eyes, lifts her mitts to her mouth, draws her arms in as Hurley savages her. Vicious swiping lefts and rights to the body, chopping rights on the lips, and overhand lefts flow from Hurley's shoulders as her fists ransack helpless Paula to the bell. Marshall swooning at the break as Liz coolly saunters back to her corner.

R8: Liz walking off her stool with hands at her sides, steps in and turns her body into a whipping left to the chin that has Marshall funky-legged from the get go. Paula weakly covering up, stumbling in retreat as Liz stalks her with hands at her hips. Hurley pecking away with single potshotting power punches, busts up Marshall's beautiful face with slicing blows. Paula standing her ground and trading to the body late, but Hurley clearly dominating at this point.

R9: Liz again busts Paula to the teeth to open the round, lifting the left off her hip and finding Marshall's face easy. Liz stepping right, clipping right uppercuts, sweeping left hands, has Paula stumbling into punch after punch. Whenever Liz wants a rest, she cuddles inside, setting up shop over Paula's left side as Marshall flails away with harmless right hands. Classic Hurley break down of an opponent, has Marshall gasping with pain and frustration by the bell.

R10: Liz laying on the ropes, invites Paula in and Marshall cautiously obliges, banging the Brit’s flanks with loud, smacking lefts and rights to bring the crowd to its feet. All part of Liz's plan as she turns with the punches, keeping Paula in front of her, and midway through the round, counters off the ropes with short left and right uppercuts to take the starch out of Paula. Marshall hurt, cut, stumbles in to clinch as Hurley smiles, turns her to the ropes. All Liz Hurley to the bell as she carries Paula, leaning in with her, pushing her into the ropes, and stepping back to paint Paula with single lefts and rights to the breasts. Marshall soaking it up to the bell, looks a battered fighter as the decision is announced: Unanimous duke Liz Hurley - British crowd loves the result.

After: Not the first time Hurley has dismantled a good young prospect with her silky-cruel style. Paula competitive early, but simply couldn't maintain her focus when Hurley started to land power shots. Marshall showing a good chin, took tremendous punishment through the middle rounds as Hurley owned the American after the third. Set back stalls Theron talks as Marshall licks her wounds and contemplates her next move with her management team.


Sim Guy

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