Posted by Simguy on 12/31/2004, 5:53 am.

Before; dangerous fight for Pressly—Jovovich taller, a classy European with extensive amateur credentials, natural lightweight skimping down while Pressly’s moving up for a catchweight at bantam—a fair amount of risk for the name American fighter, “whatever I hit, I hurt,” Pressly shrugs, “I’d fight Charlize Theron if the money was right—I’ll punch with this Euro-trash skank no problem,” Overseas money making this a fairly close fight at most sports books—Pressly usually the physically imposing girl in her match ups at 100—bettors taking a “show me” attitude as blonde comes in the smaller vixen for a change. Silver bikini JP—metallic ice-blue bikini Milla.

During: R1: Jovovich showing class early, popping the jab, stepping right, doubling up the jab, stepping left. She’s cute in corners, using the adjacent ropes with spitting jabs to confuse Jaime, spinning round blonde and opening up canvas. Down the stretch, Pressly erases a good Milla round with a shrieking right hand over European jab—Milla stung, stepping in fence post holes and raked as Jaime slashes away hooks. Jovovich stunned ropeside, covering up helpless as Pressly squares away and lathers hard rights and lefts, body and head to the bell. Jovovich wide eyed, rattled—round’s over but Jaime able to land a cheap Welcome Back right hand to drape Milla staring against the ropes. Ref scolds Jaime terribly—blonde pulling her arm free and storming back to her corner like he’s not even there.

R2: Jovovich lures Pressly to a corner, jabs at her, steps right, slides a sneaky right hand to the chin, hooks the left eye—Pressly’s wobbly butt, hands at her temples and grimacing as Jovovich gets off. European showing keen accuracy and good combos for a lanky lass—kissing Jp drilling rights and jagged left uppies. Pressly gathering herself, ducking and rolling—she comes out of the crouch a sweeping hook, short right hand as Jovovich leans back and MILLA’S DOWN! Milla started,  on her back—Pressly takes the opportunity to trample brunette underfoot, stepping on the inner thigh and right bicep as Jovovich out on her feet, eyes unfocused—she’s reeling, soaking it up, lightweight legs able to sop up Jaime’s power for now, but Milla’s a busted up ruin at the bell. CHEAP RIGHT HAND! Jaime taking extra—piles in and drifts Milla to the teeth late—drawing an escort back to her corner as Jovovich is brought around on her stool.

R3: Milla open mouthed, badly frazzled, but you can see the class—Jabbing and stepping, looking to buy time with her legs. Pressly won’t have it—she lunges in with a sweeping overhand right, carrying in close to Milla, lifting short left hands to the crotch to fold Jovovich up in stupor. Pressly straightening, bouncing sweeping punches off Milla’s shiny lower back—Jovovich groaning, staggering forward as Pressly steps back in good order. Jaime walking Milla into terrible punishment-chopping right hands to the eye, rising, short hooks skidding across the face, then reaching right hands down to sink in firm in behind Milla’s elbow. REF STEPS IN! Milla getting shellacked—still standing but mute with punishment—Pressly thrusting her had high and bellowing at her stunned foe, TKO3 Jaime Pressly.

After: Pressly wisely turned puncher despite her small-girl pedigree—Jovovich looking to body and chip away, wasn’t expecting all-out aggression from the American. Fresh off her suspension—Pressly yanks her hands free of gloves and storms over to Jovovich’s corner in direct provocation of her superiors—that Southern-girl spirit bubbling up in the spirit of Nathan Bedford Forrest. Stunned Milla pulled to her feet, shoved chest-first to the turnbuckle, left leg propped lifeless in the ropes, Jaime hamming for the crowd, hands on Milla’s hips as she stands in close, grinning, seemingly considering her many, many options. Sharon Stone herself rushing over to interpose herself—trying to resign with fiery blonde carefully diffusing the situation and walking Pressly off Jovovich panting, hanging on the turnbuckle all hung up and vulnerable—could have been much, much worse.

Reposted by Archer 2/5/10.