UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by Simguy on 3/7/2008, 10:07 pm.

Before: “She’s by far the next-best thing out there,” Lilly says of Eliza in prefight. “She may not be the word-beater she once was—but I have good scouting on every girl in the top 10 at bantam, Eliza scores either first or second in every rating category. She’s just a tough, heady, experienced former champ—and it’s my job to take her and break her in the ring. Chunks and rubble—that’s what’s going to be left of her. But she’s coming in my number 1—that I won’t deny.” Dushku used to being the badass at the podium, but she’s willing to concede at least that much to Evangeline/ “for the first time in my career, I can admit that I’m the underdog coming in,” Dushku shrugs. “Evangeline’s earned her stripes—she’s top dog at 120—she deserves the hype. But here’s the thing” I’ve been where she is now, and it doesn’t last. When you’re at your best—when you’re THE best, you get taken down by girls who are ‘good enough’. Girls who know how to fight, and know how to win rounds. Girls who are steady and smart and resolute. I’m here to make holding those belts too damn expensive for Evangeline—the cost is going to be too high. She may outfight me, but I’m going to outlast her, and in the end, when it’s all over, she’s going to be standing as high as she is right now,. She’ll never stand this high again.”

Eliza in red leather bikini, small black gloves; ponytail with curls framing face, Lilly in green bikini top, pink bottoms; small black gloves; ponytail with curls framing face.

R1: Both girls work in behind their jabs, get close, hook. Breasts and faces hooked hard—girls bumping each other off, then jabbing in to relocate, edge in, score. Clockwise rotation as fighters separate, then curl back in: measured, cruel, calculating. Close hard-fought fare—Dushku with the better of it—particularly a nasty, gouging little hook she’s getting in under Lilly’s right elbow to dig up tummy.

R2: Lilly turning over a hard right hand, hooking off it: DUSHKU GOES DPOWN! Eliza hooked to her rump—she’s up stoic, bouncing on the spot for her 8—but there’s no denying the compact muscularity of Lilly’s sock. Evangeline wading in to finish: Sheriff digs in at the apron—Wolfpack howling nearby for Eliza to get off the ropes. Evangeline beats Eliza without mercy.

Grim. bashing stuff. Lilly squared away—pushing and shouldering to reset, then slamming rights and lefts onto Dushku in waves, Lilly’s back muscles shred into view as she lathers, ponytail tossing. Beat of Lilly’s mitts sounding out thick and whacking: Eliza’s arms, flanks, breasts concussed by side to side wallop; tummy and ribs dug up by curling uppercuts. Dushku gritting teeth, covering up, riding it out. By the bell, she’s trembling, blinking back tears: long, long round of hurt for the Sheriff as Lilly stalks back all nostrils flaring to her corner.

R3: Lilly stalking, alking Eliza down, Duskhu stepping to spots, digging in, exchanging, then qwithdrawinfg. Lilly’s stronger in trade, shruggig off Dushku’s short right hands to chin and hooks to body—always coming forward after beating Eliza into retreat. Dushku grim-faced, determined: she’s taxing Lilly’s ribcage—continuing to hook at it, dredging up tummy via hooks—then stepping out under intense pressure from Evangeline. Dushku turning at ropes: she’s actually willing to lean in and absorb blows to deny Lilly apron-position.

R4: Brutal, heartpounding trade—both beauties seeking each other out, trading ferociously, relatively cold-blooded considering the intensity of whack—both women looking to place shits—neither just in there wailing away blind,. Dushku in a nice bobbing rhythm—able to make Lilly miss the odd shot, then depositing hooks to the floating rib nor in behind the elbow of the champ, Eliza with a nice little lean away, then right hand counter, parking it time and again to chin. Lilly shrugging off the shots, but definitely getting touched for stiff, clean points in the fourth.

R5: Same stuff. Footwork is economical, designed to close and position for punching—note defense. Both women keeping right hands up to block—relying on torso movement for defense—both hooking out of the crouch and staying very, very busy. Dushku routinely beating Lilly  to the punch on top with that short right hand off the pull-counter—Evangeline lumping up as Eliza dials in, Dushku with a cute step to the right—just a lateral shift to get and keep initiative: Lilly reacting, reloading, getting clouted as she shifts her feet. Midway through, clanging right hand finds Lilly’s chin, startles her: Dushku weight on left foot, rips hook to liver, hook to liver and LILLY GIES DOWN! Groaning descent, Evangeline cramped up, sinking to one knee—she’s hurt; Dushku brightens as she bounces to neutral corner. Lilly takes 8, digs in at apron: Eliza’s turn to besiege hurt prey. Dushku squares away, stays muscular—pushing in on Evangeline with head and right hand to set up batting, withering hooks downstairs. Lilly ashen faced, wincing at the bell as Dushku shouts at her pack ringside.

R6: Lilly leads blunt right hands, setting up hooks downstairs; Eliza shudders, gives ground hurt. Ropes; Lilly brutal, no-nonsense, just stepping-with and pouring punishment to Eliza. Dushku beaten about her head and shoulders, beaten on both arm and breasts, beaten to her flanks, ribs and waist: Lilly heartless, relentless, Dushku panting, covering up to absorb, venturing out only to stuff right/lefts into Lilly’s firm midsection. Evangeline’s reprisals brutal, overwhelming: Dushku cowers in ropes, trembling under the bombardment until she can answer back piecemeal. Round ends to the sight of Lilly beating repeat sidearm right hands in over Dushku’s left hip as Sheriff is wilting sideways to ropes.

R7: Hardnosed toe-to-toe—girls rubbing cheeks and hairlines, bumping brawny lef shoulders in close quarters. Dushku keepin’ it tidy underneath—curling short right/lefts to Lilly’s sternum, then turning Evangeline by pushing her behind her right elbow, Lilly grimacing—Dushku refusing to give Evangeline’s formidable abs a pass—Sheriff making every engagement as costly as she can for Lilly. Evangeline able to push forward, but Dushku arguably the more effective: she’s getting more of the clean touches—outhustling Lilly to body, then scoring to breast or face with short, clouting leather. Down the stetch, Eliza doubles up her hook to Lilly’s chin, then strokes Lilly a crippling hook to liver as Evangeline’s backing away. Visible wince-and-cringe from Lilly as bell sounds to prevent Sheriff’s follow-up.

R8; Bitter, bitter infighting—girls pushing in with left shoulders/extended left elbows, then bringing it to body. Lilly pressing, Eliza managing pressure with little sidesteps and nudges—always staying in contact and turning her girl. Bodies singing out with spank—both women heartless about cleaning up to rib and tummy. Final minute—hard scrapping inside—Eliza picks Lilly up the right uppercut; guts Lilly a vicious short hook to ‘plexus. Evangeline grunting, cramping forward—her left arm extended I under Eliza’s right armpit, Dushku half-step back in good order, slugging to Lilly’s body either side of  Evangeline’s outstretched left—Dushku’s mitts digging into rib and breast as Lilly’s stumbling forward. Eliza hup-hup-hupping—arms thrashing—she’s beating in Lilly’s ribs, has the champ paralyzed. Evangeline gasping, tilting forward and GOING DOWN! Lilly beaten to her hands and knees, head bowed, lips parted in agony: Dushku pumping her fists, filled with emotion at the sight of exhausted Evangeline.

R9: Don’t count the champ out yet: Lilly rallies, engages Eliza midring. Dushku looking to trap Lilly’s left arm again and slug inside and out of it to body: Lilly shouldering Eliza off, pounding her breadbasket and breasts with steady, encroaching attacks, Dushku stepped to the apron I stages—grinding it out mouth on shoulder with Evangeline. Lilly brawny, bumping Dushku off the shoulder, murdering her to midsection, then cleaning up hooks and uppercuts to head, Eliza going woozy—sitting in ropes and rotating her torso—she take s a bad bludgeoning about head and shoulders as Evangeline storms back for late points. Bell: both beauties reeling—eyes swelling to silts—bodies throbbing from punishment.

R1o: In again, where it’s hot, moist and hard. Girls grind hairlines, reach in under each other’s arms, mugging and wrestling. Constant thrashing body blows whack back and forth—arms shivering on batting contact with stubborn torsos. Both girls putting right uppercuts together with hooks to move the other’s head about in groggy swivels. Late the round. Eliza punching-with and scoring, stepping back in good order to walk Lilly in. Evangeline drowsy, shopworn—she’s leaning forward behind her mitts, now facing into sharp punches to chin and ribs. Dushku pasting, keeping her distance, with step-outs, sliding to her right—Sheriff has Lilly in a stupor at the bell. Goes to the cards, come back UD10 for the winner and NEW bantam champ—Eliza Dushku.

After: Lilly beaten speechless—proud, hard body slumping at the announcement—eyes hollow, disbelieving as she wanders away. Eliza breaking down into tears of joy: huge career comeback for the Sheriff as she guts out one of her toughest victories ever. Wolfpack surrounding and hugging their captain—it’s a true testimony to the veteran poise and hardnosed skills of this crew. “She’s human,” a battered Eliza breathes in triumph on camera. “I heard her gasp and I felt her loosen. She’s human—and she;s only going to get more mortal from here on in!”

Reposted by Archer 4/27/10.