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5 February 2010 Elizabeth Berkley vs Natasha Henstridge

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Welterweight Tournament 1st round

 

 

Posted by simguy on 2/5/2010, 8:25 am

 

Before: Big Nat Henny gives it some thought: "3 rounds," she says eventually," 2 to soften Liz up, 1 to take her out. Yep: 3 rounds. I'm still the baddest ass in the division - Berkley knows that. She beat Nadia Bjorlin? That's a daytime chick, right? Do they count?" Berkley non-plussed at Henny's 'tude: Liz wants more respect post-Bjorlin. "I just battled Bonzo/Tech fighters to a standstill," Berkley reminds one and all of triangular bid for supremacy against Righetti/Bjorlin, "Henstridge would have been swept aside in that conflict - we would have gobbled her up. I'm coming into this thing as the favourite - not this fight, that's a given - I'm talking about the whole damn thing. I don't have time to wast on Natasha: she's goes early, and hard." Nat in dependable horizontal-striped bandeau (black/white) with neck loop support; black gloves; hair in slicked back ponytail. Liz in black velvet bikini; black gloves; top-knot ponytail - blonde curls dangling long down her back.

During R1: Liz Berkley sharpshooting: jabs a-pumpin' - Liz steppin' big-girl, clockwise midring. Berkley's lips pursed as she pounds out poke - eyes narrowed: just a calm, methodical shelling of Nat's defences. Henny knocked upon her pate, forms a tight V-front: elbows collected 'neath her breasts, hands cupping her face, chin tucked. Sporadic pressure from Nat as she seeks hooks in Liz's flank: Berkley flowing back in her stance while jabbing, right hand tight to cheek - real classy stuff. Liz able to circle out of the gaps thus created, resume control with her jab - stepping in on left (front) foot for penetrative thrust. Paydirt late: Liz hammering a one-two up the middle, splits the mitts on Nat, loosens her knees. Bell sounds to thwart follow up: Berkley making stern eye contact with Nat as fighters pass en route to corners.

R2: Henny: V front; turning, occasionally pushing forward...Berkley's got all the answers. Liz owning midring, shelling Henny jabs: loud, popping leather off Nat's hairline, raised mitts. Liz extending - right heel up off canvas on the push - then she pivots-clockwise around planted left foot, slow and easy. Heavy big-girl plant-and-punch: Henny grumpy out on the end of it - blocking with her gloves, but foiled when she moves forward by Berkley's graceful check-jabbing. Gorgeous left hand technique crafts a shutout second for Berkley: once again she flashes that Crazy Town glare at Nat post-bell.

R3: Henny doubling up the jab while crouching forward - covering the distance on Liz, finally getting some firing solutions. Working her left shoulder into the raised front of Berkley's guard - Henny can now strap hooks to rightside ribs, getting in there thick. Liz grunting - hands at temples, elbows in close to ribs: she's feeling the heft, hunkering down. Midway through, girls trade short, jerky left uppercuts (right hands tight to cheeks), but it's Henny capitalizing via WHACKING right/left strong across waistline. Berkley grunting, cringing forward: Nat celebrates with a little dip to her left and a thudding hesitation left hook in behind right elbow. Down the stretch, Liz cramped, hurt: Nat palms shoulders, pushes-off big-girl, showing Berkley's back the ropes. Shellacking whack-down late as Henny steps-to: she's basting that waistline with stroking, hamhanded glee...Liz slumps in ropes, lips curled off teeth.

R4: Liz glaring, pumping poke: Henny once again forced to cover up outside. Berkley deploying more right hands - leaning in off the jab, POUNDING 'em against the V front: Henny jolted in her stance, maintaining rigid defensive form. Liz continues to range to her left, turning Henny's right flank: Berkley relentless off the jab, drilling home righty. Second minute a dark one for Henny: several crashing rights penetrate, pounding back face...Nat loosened, put wobbly butt. She firms late, but can't answer back - all she can do is tighten up her front, block as much of the incoming as she can. Berkley glaring, pumped: she's up 3 rounds to 1, and the 3 are all shutouts.

R5: Henny double-pawing the jab - not scoring - but it's helping her to close distance. Once inside Berkley's reach, Henny's hooking flank/waist - then using the chicken-wing left elbow to push Liz around. Berkley digging in to deny Henny canvas: leads to grueling toe-to-toe exchanges - fighters swapping from high, tight guards. Liz chipping in short dip-n'-jerk left uppercuts, trying to part Henny's mitts. Nat blocking, then answering - usually to the body; usually both hands; usually loud. Steady back and forth sees Nat work Liz to ropes: Henny bodying up, pressing Berkley down to smother her. All Nat down the stretch - roughing Liz up in the clinch, punishing her body, slamming away at her arms. Berkley's lips parted, eyes frowning as she's mauled and brawled at ropes to bell.

R6: Liz pumping poke, teeth bared: after a succession of left jabs, she dips left shoulder, gouges left uppercut to Henny's sternum. Nat grunts, hooks in receipt, then steps in a chopping right hand up top, moving Berk backward. Crashing trade in hooks - Nat getting hers as she's stepping in, bringing it up off her left thigh: Berk stumbling away from collision, hitting ropes. Nat in strong: right hand bashed against Liz's raised guard, then Henny's reaching under Berkley's arms, stacking her ropeside. Nat on brawny - pushing off with left shoulder; whacking that gut robusto; clubbing rights upside Berkley's head as Liz's form breaks down. Liz panicky, starting to open up: right uppercuts scrap Henny's face; left hooks slap across her jugs. Henny grim, pouring it on: she's getting clipped, but getting her way...girls're brawling, taking risks, getting sloppy. Looping left hook finally catches Berkley's chin flush; she loosens, sags back into ropes, eyelashes fluttering. BASHING right smashes across Liz's face, draping her head/shoulders over top rope as her hands drop...she's out on her feet! Henny hooks jugs because they're on sale - tries for an insurance right as Berkley's collapsing straight down onto her knees. Liz sprawling to her left, rolling onto her belly: KO6 Nat Henny in bruising fashion.

After: Henny roaring - hands on top rope as she bellows out into crowd, right foot atop Berley's tanned, slumbering back - ref pushes Henny off, but not before point is made. "I'm back, baby!" Nat bleats in postfight. "I'm big, I'm bad, and I'm too much for these chicks. I'd love to be able to fight all three of these Tech/Bonzo sluts - show 'em what power's all about. But whatever: ring up the next victim and lets get a belt put round my waist ASAP!"

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