BOXING AT THE MIRAGE

Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 4/30.2006, 1:07 pm.

Before: “Jenny O’Dell Room” unveiled at the Mirage—Jungle-themed, terraced seating (100-150 person cap.) arranged in spacious clamshell booths—dinner included with the fight: Jenny’s the Lance Burton of the FCBA. “I’m thrilled with the room and the support I’ve gotten from the Mirage,” gushes Jenny in prefight, fresh off a best-of-seven pasting of rival Krista Allen., “Erica’s probably going to be my toughest test to date, and it’s great that we have such a nice little venue to showcase the fight in.” Durance all business for this one, understanding that pundits often think of her and Jenny as two sides of the same coin. “I was at ringside for the last three fights against Krista,” Erica reveals, “and I was impressed with how many Kenny took Allen apart. Thing is, what’s jenny going to do with a girl who won’t back up? Jenny was very rough with Krista, very physical—but that stuff won’t work with me—I won’t stand for it from Jenny. We’re both dominant personalities, we both want what we want in the ring and we’re not afraid to go out and take it. I’m totally loving the idea of going into the “Heart of Darkness” to confront Jenny on her own turf and make no mistake: I mean to make Jenny quit.” Erica in tan buckskin bikini, with long leopard-print loin cloth overlay, soft knee-high boxing moccasins, tan hide headband keeping her hair back. Jenny in faux lion-hide bikini, brief tan loincloth, soft brown knee-high boxing moccasins. Both girls electing to fight with the small sheepskin UGG mitt which won’t cut a foe, but will promote bruising.

During R1: Both girls serious about hooking to another’s midsections—tilting forward onto front feet, shoulder-to shoulder distance as they dig it up tummy and rib. Minute mark, Erica comes off Jenn’s tummy with a smart hook-to-chops, hacks a short right hand onto jaw and BLUDGEONS JENNY TO HER KNEES! Bright smile Durance as she hops away—Jenny up quickly, startled by the vigour of her foe’s slugging early. After 8. Durance struts in, but JENNY WON’T HAVE IT! O’Dell showing the furious resilience she did against Allen, surges off the canvas with heartfelt slugging—lefts and rights pitched from her hips as she smashes Erica length-of-the-ring to far ropes. Durance hits the strands, covers up temples, and soaks it to her flanks: jenny squaring away and POUNDING her foe with rib-rocking lefts and rights to the bell. Ref has to body seething Jenny off her foe: blonde defiance converts Erica’s 10-8 into routine 10-9—O’Dell all heart off the mat.

R2: Little more circumspect action—girls stepping smartly clockwise, right hands at cheeks, left hands punching out stiff jabs to negotiate terms. Durance’s head movement a little better—both girls throwing about the same, but Erica landing at a higher percentage, routinely clouting  Jenny either side of the proud O’Dell jaw, Both still digging hooks to offending tummies off the front foot—good thumping spank issued back and forth in a close, up tempo second. Jenny reports to her corner: “She’s strong (guzzles water from squeeze bottle). I think she’s hurt.” during the break.

R3: Erica with s nifty-quick right hand chop over Jenny’s left, startling O’Dell, leaving her vulnerable for a BITING mop up hook onna chin to DROP JENNY TO HER BUTT MIDRING! O’Dell scrambling up almost immediately: Durance cockily to neutral corner with a how-you-like-me-now grin. After 8, Jenny scooting to midring, dukes tight at eyebrows: Durance lashing blonde waistline some gorgeous, strapping rights and lefts as O’Dell stubbornly ships. Final minute, both vixens hooking hard off jabs, leaning in on front feet to collect mop-up punches, easing onto back feet to create distance, Spirited two way trade—very brisk punching and DURANCE GETS HURT! Jenny hooking-with in close and busting Erica to chops—Durance covering up, tilting forward, puts jugs and tummy on sale as O’Dell hungrily digs in. Good, good bodyshots—the kind of punching that had Krista Allen on her knees—Erica groaning, stooping forward on the soak—she just rides it out as Jenny lugs brutal rights and lefts into waist and rack at the bell, Another Durance 10-8 converted to 10-9 by Jenny’s determination: O’Dell never more dangerous than when she’s been dropped.

R4: Shutout Jenny. O’Dell backing off, utilizing her jab, showing that versatility by upping the class quotient this round. Durance peering from between her mitts, eating poke on her chin and chest, then staying covered up to block Jenny’s potent right crosses. O’Dell staying in on her front foot to mop-up Durance’s ribs, hooks, mixing up combinations at close range as Erica can’t get off. O’Dell’s lips set in her famous angry piut, brow furrowed as she crisscrosses Erica’s taut frame with strafing lefts and rights, setting everything up with a heavy jab and sidestepping left to maintain position. Sharp round of boxing—sheepskin mitts sounding out with FUMP! FUMP! FUMP! off Durance’s head and shoulders. Erica told to “punch with and back this giurl up” during the break.

R5: Shutout jenny—Erica trying to come forward and be the boss, but she’s getting banged up in the attempt. O’Dell’s jab heavy, crisp an fast—she’s banging Durance to a standstill with it, beating Erica to punches. O’Dell leaning in, getting her body behind short, very powerful right hands—bludgeoning blows partially blocked, but strong enough to bump Erica off balance: it’s Durance backing up, unable to hold canvas against Jenny. Steady diet of hooks clawed across Erica’s waist has her breathing hard—midway through, O’Dell doubles up body and chin with her left hand, putting Erica wobbly butt, Durance hurt, regroups with her back to ropes, hands at temples as Jenny steps-to and enjoys herself at ericas’s expense. Rugged beatdown issued: Jenny short n’muscular with her punches, rotating her shoulders and chugging away at Durance’s ribs, chest, chin. Erica grimacing, riding it out stiff legged at the ropes: she ships a sobering beating and as she’s walking away—cheeky Jen stoops to lift the rear loincloth covering Erica’s backside, tossing it up with a flourish to reveal toned buttocks to an appreciative crowd. Taunting grin from O’Dell: furious blush from Durance as Jenny gets her foe’s skin 9and skirts) in the fifth.

Jenny O’Dell/Erica Durance conc.

Posted by Simguy on 4/30/2006, 1:08 pm.

R6: Erica jabs-with to close, then hops-in hard, short hooks, getting her shoulder behind crunching blasts to Jenny’s chin. O’Dell busted and busted again as Durance edges forward—blonde hits ropes in disarray. Staggered by Erica’s abrupt power. Erica coldblooded, eyes flat: she leans in with a whistling right off Jen’s forehead, then reef’s  hook to Jen’s waist to buckle the blonde forward. Shove in the shoulders props Jen up—eyebrows high, lips parted in shock: Durance digs amidships right/left/right, cramping Jen up with a throaty groan. Push: Erica bodies Jen upright, romps to jug with chugging lefts and rights—O’Dell frowning, trying to cover up, but she’s getting shredded. Right uppercut picks Jenny’s chin up hard—she swoons back into the ropes, hands chest-high: Erica pastes the face left/right and JENNY GOES DOWN! O’Dell battered to her side by seething Durance—Erica hot-cheeked, refusing to back away until ref bodies her back: Jenny climbs the ropes, this time seriously rattled. Shaky 8, Jen—this time Erica’s on her with a brace of thumping body blows designed to forestall any O’Dell surge off the canvas, Girls settle in mouth-on-shoulder—Erica’s legs set strong, denying Jenny escape from the apron. They work at close quarters, bumping and slugging eat each other, both tightening up stroke and professionally swatting away to the bell, Erica stomping back to her corner, this time preserving her 10-8: she’s had Jenny on the canvas three times tonight and brazenly tells her trainer—“I can stop her,” during the break.

R7: Shutout Erica—very methodical stuff as she consolidates a strong sixth. Jenny forced to the ropes as Erica walks her down jabbing. Erica working behind the stick, stalking her foe, then punching her a hard, swinging right hand in above the left hip. From there. Erica putting punches together, raking Jenny with short, scrounging hooks; seeking opportunistic chop-right hands to chin from close range. Erica consistently at the O’Dell rack this round, belting away with short, hoisting vigour: Durance feeling the weight of Jenny’s jugg at the end of thudding punches.; Erica muscling Jenny with the left shoulder/lead left elbow—Jenny pushed and bumped up against the ropes, systematically abused as she keeps her defences together. O’Dell showing earmuff when she’s square to

Erica; showing right at her chin, left at her gut when she points her left shoulder at punching combinations with good pocket defence in the seventh. Cheeky Durance sending chastised Jenny to her corner with a healthy clapping spank to rump: ref has to intervene as tempers flare.

R8: Jenny pounds out a close, muscular 8^th as the girls jab to close, then hup-it-up mouth on shoulder. Both bumping with the left shoulder (often drawing warnings), looking to step into the gap and hook tummy, chop right hands to cheek. Jenny finding a nice little right uppercut off her right foot, just picking Durance up with six-inch clips. Jenny also getting a n ice, snug left hook scraped along Erica’s ribs beneath her elbow—Durance bunching up slightly, getting outworked, jostled in and O’Dell 8^th. Warnings for both women after the bell—too much tousle-rubbing, shouldering going on for the ref’s liking. Much too rough.

R9: Girls punish each other with jabs coming in—heads tossing to the side from stiff, stepped-in poke, then they get to work with short, clipping, muscular strokes inside. They bump-and-step, hooking each other without pity, picking each other up tidy right uppercuts. Both girls going to rack with bloodcurdling vigour—each clubbing and clouting with short, lifting swats in close. Tummies are tucked into, often with spanking, tart right/lefts that leave abdominal muscles quivering in their wake. Brutal toe-to-toe going Jenny’s way until late: Erica stepping back, walking Jenny in, lands a glorious short right uppercut off the right foot to finally unhinge blonde knees, Jenny hurrrrt, stooping forward behind her mitts—Erica clips right, digs an evil right hand scoop to midriff, swivel-pivots right to let Jenny stagger face-first to ropes. Jenny covering up face in hands, elbows in: back and flanks go on sale as greedy Erica squares away with a blistering swabbing lather to the bell. Jenny trembling, blinking back tears after the harsh licking: Erica fiery-eyed, chesting yup and bellowing in O’Dell’s face as ref jumps in.

R10: Jenny refusing to be punked in her own barn—she steps spearing jabs into Erica’s cheek—sheepskin mitt sounding out with that muffled thump as Durance is driven startled to ropes, jenny into the midsection with stuffing, rampaging rights and lefts—creeping up-torso to pound away on Erica’s heaving WB rack, Durance reeling, but sensing Jenny going all-in: Erica responds with tight punching out of a high guard, dipping her shoulders and pounding Jenny’s golden-brown ribs, either side, Tasty back and forth—O’Dell shoulder-bumping, squaring away and using her body to keep Durance pinned down: Erica scrubbing furiously in spots, hoping to flurry Jenny off her. Withering back and forth, but Jenny won’t be backed her—her sustained attack starts to wear at Erica, gradually shutting her down as Durance takes a seat in the ropes, earmuffed up, Jenny in a wide stance, STARTS REEFING HOOKS TO ERICA’S FLANK! Jenny getting in behind the elbow with awful, digging rips—furious punch-and-reload so hard, her right foot’s skidding up off the canvas as she BURIES her left hand into Erica’s body. DURANCE GOES DOWN! Whimpering sob wrenched from Durance’s trembling lips as she crumples to all fours—Jenny bellowing down at her—lions roaring from glass enclosures along the walls of the room—ref has to push seething O’Dell back before he can start the count. Erica rallying, struggles up off the mat—she’s reeling, shellshocked at the ropes, but the bell sounds before Jenny can pile on, Comes back a one-point duke: ERICA DURANCE!

After: Jenny tight-lipped, clench-jawed, but clapping, nodding as the decision is announced—late round heroics just not enough to overcome Erica’s hard punching excellence tonight. Both vixens puffy-eyed, throbbing-ribbed: brutal digging done by both warriors shows the pride and will of both in a close contest. Erica showing the heart Krista Allen couldn’t muster at the Mirage—she fights Jenny on her won terms, giving O’Dell all she could handle in the process. “I’ve known all along that I was the better woman,” a relieved Erica says in postfight, “but I have to admit, the margin is closer than I thought it was. I didn’t think Jenny could hang with me over 10 rounds, but she was very strong at the end and I was fortunate not to go out. She’s as tough as they say, but she’s smarter and cuter than anyone gives her credit for—she gave me a real tussle tonight, no doubt about it.” Jenny stunned when told of Erica’s assessment: “She said that? That’s funny—maybe she doesn’t recall the 10^th round, which doesn’t surprise me, since she was out on her feet. Two more seconds and I’d have had her on her back—and you can tell her that.”

Reposted by Archer 12/28/09.