Originally posted by Simguy on 3/6/2008, 7:17 am.

Before: “She may have begged for this fight like she says,” Camille quips at the podium, “but I’ll have her begging for real in the ring. Things are changing at flyweight—these old boots can’t say on top forever. Eva Longoria is on her way out and I can’t wait to show her the door!”

Longoria keeping hot temper in check—lovely Latina not at all pleased by Guaty’s blatant defiance. “I haven’t been a very good gardener lately,” Eva says in prefight. “You know when weeds like Camille start sprouting up, it’s time to get or hands dirty and get to pruning. There’s no shortage of young up and comers at 110—it’s very important to stay on top of these girls and make sure they’re bowing down. Guaty’s getting a beatdown, for her, and all the others who are out there clamouring for change at the top,”

Camille in black bandeau with gold clasp betwixt jug; spunky ponytail with curly bangs; small blak gloves. Eva in pea green bandeau with gold clasp betwixt jug; slick low ponytail; small black gloves.

During R1: Wide ranging action with Longoria stalking, Guaty circling wide, curling in and trying to land hard potshots to Eva’s chest and ribs. Guaty swinging a wide right hand off the hop—spanking it against Eva’s torso, then bounding back out of range. Longoria staying compact and controlled, looking to time Camille coming in for hooks. Guaty’s rambunctious attacks evidencing Camille’s commitment to  body in the first.

R2: Eva boxing a bit more—jabbing to foil Camille’s pounces, stepping left to turn Guaty’s right flank. Guaty unable to hop in her swinging right—shows more of a traditional dug-in hooking posture as fight settles into a Longoria rhythm. Eva hooking of her jab, scoring to Guaty’s waist and in behind the right elbow: Camille refusing to shy away, looking to place her hooks in under Eva’s right elbow.

R3: Guaty opens with pounce—Eva changes up, pounces in a sweeping overhand right of her own to ring Camille up to jaw early. Guaty staggered. Covering up earmuff: she gives away her body to Eva’s torrid Mexican hooks. Longoria a busy little Latina—weight on front foot as she scours hooks to ribs, tummy, flank—she’s batting the hook, gouging it, turning it into fish-hook uppercuts to take Camille heavily in her sternum. Guaty ashen faced, cringing as she minces to her left—she’s being raked savagely, but holding her defence together. Down the stretch, Camille starts to chop short right hands, smiting Longoria upside the head—it’s taking a little steam from Eva’s smoking offence, forcing Longoria to cover up and be more selective.

R4: Eva jabs Camille well, taking away Guaty’s options, moving her to ropes early, Longoria twisting in and down with a sweeping overhand right, clanging away to chin: crowd shouting as Camille’s legs give a shimmy; she sits into ropes momentarily stunned. Longotia celebrates with a pair shivering hooks batted against Camille’s liver: Guaty grits her teeth, hunches forward, digs a left uppercut to Eva’s solar plexus. HAMMER AND TONGS! Eva whacks a tic-toc right/left off Camille’s waist: Guaty shudders, holds, digs a air of hooks to Eva’s midsection, shoulders the lithe Latina back a step. They trade chopping rights to chin—again Longoria steps back: Camille’s able to lean in, sweep that overhand right to Eva’s torso again, troubling Longoria deeply. Hard trading sees Camille back Longoria to midring before Eva rips a pair of withering hooks off her front foot, halting Guaty’s stubborn forward progress. Ringadingding punching to the bell as girls stand and deliver—small mitts pelting off skulls, shoulder and bodies with bright, cracking impacts.

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R5: Guaty jogging  to her right, then curling in, pouring that overhand right to Eva’s body—big splashing whack to ribs beneath jug line drives Longoria back with a cry. Camille all dimples-and-grins as she hops in, slugging roundhouse lefts and rights to Eva’s body and head: Longoria’s knees give way—she topples forward into a brace of Guaty body blows, but answers back a wonder-hook to chin, knocking Camille’s knees together. Guaty firms, rocks Eva tic-toc right left to body, then both girls exchange right uppercuts to chin. Back and forth, back and forth—crowd roaring as lithe Latinas smash away with small-glove fury, Bell: Eva’s busting up, eyes swelling: Guaty’s cut in her mouth, wobbly butt, blinking back tears.

R6: Guaty roams right, leaps in swinging a big sidearm right—huge smiting blast sparks off Eva’s torso front, rocking her onto her heels. Eva jabbing desperately while retreating, foiling Guaty’s follow up: again Camille encroaches, trying to batter Eva on her apron. Short right hand rocks Longoria’s chin, quickly followed by right uppercut to chin; clubbing right to ear. Eva buckles, sags against ropes, then firms, slugging tic-toc right/lefts into Camille’s waist, snatching Guaty’s breath away. Furious back and forth—as one girl collapses, then the other hastens to punish her, only to see the tables reversed. Guaty very strong legged, strong bodied, refusing to relinquish top-position at the apron—but both girl are suffering terrible punishment in savage, pitiless trade. Bell, Guaty still trying to land right hands upside Eva’s head—ref pulls Camille off as crowd roars to collective feet.

R7: Guaty swinging wide n’thick to Eva’s torso—smashing lefts and rights off chests and ribs, driving Longoria breathless to ropes. Camille moves in to finish, eats a right hand to chin as Longoria bends in, crowds close on follow-through. They’re mouth on shoulder—pushing and straining with shoulders and elbows inside, then erupting with hooks and uppercuts, carving and snatching at each other’s tummies, Vicious in-fighting—Guaty able to keep Longoria stacked up at ropes, but unable to keep Eva from hurting her—brutal attrition accumulating as women grind away toe to toe. Down the stretch, Eva pushing in close, turns on a short right uppercut, catching Guaty to chin. Camille shook, momentarily stymied: Longoria jerks that right uppy again, and one more timer, scraping away with it at close range. Eva with a quick tug-and-spin (her left hand cinching up Guaty’s available bandeau top) reverses position, shoving Camille into ropes. Still tugging bandeau, Eva tucks home a pair of brutal rights to Camille’s tummy: Guaty gurgles, folds up hurt against Eva. Longoria releases bandeau, slides her left arm across Guaty’s back, holding her in place for murderous, pumping right hands to body! Slender limb chugging back and forth like she’s shanking Guaty in a prison yard and DOWN GOES CAMILLE! Guaty sputtering, panting on all fours—she manages to climb ropes at 10, but ref waves it off as Camille bursts into tears TKO7 Longoria.

After: Eva cringing, hugging her body in postfight: Guaty crippled, sitting on her stool as the verdict is announced—brutal contest leaves both women in tatters,. A lot of young fighters find their way into the ring—Brenda Song, Kristin Cavallari, Vanessa Hudgens and others milling about—they’re getting into it with Longoria shouting at her, baiting her. Bosworth and Decesare move to separate Eva from her tormentresses: Longoria’s body can’t support her fiery temper at the moment—she needs to be escorted away from trouble.

Reposted by Archer 7/8.09.