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Posted by simguy on 3/27/2004, 8:58 am

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)


Before: Dushku kickin' a little to the Maxim fans - Electra a seat-packer to be sure, Eliza taking the time to make some money during her title run - she's very up front about it. "Look, I like what Electra was able to do against Pressly - I still think Jaime's a good fighter and Carmen treated her shabby, so she deserves a title shot. But this is strictly about the money. You know anytime I buy a new car or property in the Hills, I book Britney, Carmen or some bimbo who can get the cash registers ringing, and that's what this is about. The Carmen Electra who could test Eliza Dushku died about 3 years ago. This Electra's starting to embarrass herself, you know what I mean? She's sort of the FCBA equivalent of Hugh Hefner at this point." Electra sputtering in denial - she's basically from the "na-uh!" school of verbal retort - Dushku owning the podium for this one. Eliza in red leather bikini, Electra in black bikini, teal strings.

During R1: Dushku jabs as Electra dips inside to hook tummy - Carmen comes off the body with the tidiest of hooks to chin and ELIZA GOES DOWN! Sheriff in shock, badly hurt, wide eyed - she's numb at the ropes with almost an entire round on the clock. ON COMES ELECTRA! Carmen grinning, flicking out jabs, looping a wide right to the ear, hook-hooking Dushku's flank and jaw - Dushku covered up, bending forward and back, using every bit of championship guile. Bell to bell Electra - she's uncharacteristically disciplined and thorough as she works Dushku over. Tasty body work - Carmen curling lefts and rights up underneath. Jab, cross, hook combinations - usually catching Dushku with at least one in the series, forcing Eliza to constantly roll and twist her torso. And some of the most spiteful jug-mugging Eliza Dushku's ever taken - Electra palming champ's shoulders back, standing up in the stirrups and pounding red leather with shoulder-shrugging malice. Electra moving her head, leaning in and out - Eliza misses all her counter attempts and gets caned in return as Carmen hops away happy at the bell.

R2: Electra beats Dushku to the jab, catches her chin a zesty straight right off the shoulder, steps with as champ backpedals, taps temple a swinging hook - this is loose, relaxed, free-spirited Electra at her best. Dushku's legs aren't back yet - she's gripping into canvas with her toes, trying to get sluggish one-twos together - Carmen easily weaving them, leaning to either side and coming back hard up into Eliza's straining ribcage. Potshotting circus put on by Electra as she circles, feints, drops her hands and toys with a hurting champion. Down the stretch, Electra bobbing and turning her shoulders ala Chris Byrd - Dushku pushing out straight punches and missing - Carmen finally comes back a searing right on the chin and has Eliza toppling backward! Carm stepping with, jabs that chin, puts another slicing right onto it, brushes it the backhand right and twists her hips into a lusty swinging hook TO PUT DUSHKU DOWN! Eliza rolling to her back at the ropes, picking her head off canvas all jerky and twitchy - she beats the count on sheer heart at the bell as Carmen lifts her hands and gives a little gloating belly dance in celebration.

R3: Nobody belly dances at Eliza and gets away with it - Sheriff restores a semblance of order this round. Dushku's taken the best Carmen has to offer - champ a little livelier on her feet, snapping out the jab, pivoting left - she's picking up Carmen's lunges, walking the exuberant challenger into intercepting rights and check-hooks. Electra chastising herself at the bell - she's flushed and excited by early success, but knows she can't go KO crazy just yet.

R4,5,6: These are the grim middle rounds when Eliza Dushku usually grinds opponents down with relentless pressure, sound defence and hard punching: not tonight. It's Electra forcing the fight, taking it to Eliza, backing her up and lingering on the inside to outwork and outbang her foe. It's Electra stepping out and using angles, showing rejuvenated footwork, darting in and out, being the faster, more aggressive woman. More and more, Dushku's back scrapes rope as she slides along the perimeter - dukes up, still very competitive, but the old pound-for-pound Carmen's shown up tonight and making the champ fight every second of these rounds. Electra with that rubbery torso movement, jump-in power leads, prowling flat-footed ring generalship as expected, but also going shoulder to shoulder with Dushku, trading and getting the better of compact, abrupt exchanges. Electra busily helping herself to Eliza's trembling tummy and throbbing ribs, then going jug with impunity - deliberating ransacking the champion's melons to make a painful point. After 6, Eliza's looking shopworn, face puffy and red, mouth in a tight, pain-wracked wince from all the body work - Electra's using the younger woman up!

R7: Eliza's let a lot of close rounds slip through her fingers - she sets down like a champion and gets to Electra this round. Jab is so key - breaking up Carmen's circus-lunges, disrupting her tempo, setting up Dushku's own biting hook and sharp, straight right hand. Midway through, Dushku has Electra defensive, leaning back from stick - quick straight right, gancha hook to the liver sends a sudden jolt through Electra's frame - challenger reaches forward to clinch and runs into a barrage of clipping, curling, tightly-tossed Dushku leather - ELECTRA GOES DOWN! Furious flurry beats Electra to her backside and elbows - challenger's turn to look up in wonder, taste her own blood from a cracked lip. Dushku with a minute left on the clock gets to work - raking Electra hooks up and down the flank, turning on whistling rights and trying to come-back hook to chin. Dying moments - Eliza takes all she wants of Carmen's bulging jugs - Electra stunned, sitting in the ropes, gets a little of her own medicine as champ keeps punching sack after the bell.

R8: Hard, hard two way action - Electra showing heart, feels the champ rallying, but doesn't panic - she engages Eliza all around the ring in a series of blistering, heartfelt exchanges. Dushku's busted up and cut over the left eye, but she's finally getting the better of it, walking Carmen down with a tight, Winky Wright guard, buckling Electra several times with gouging rights up under the left breast and a slicing hook across the waist. Electra retreating, but letting her hands go, pelting Dushku with furious combinations as champ is forced to cover up and take in spots. Bell sounds - girls stay right on top of each other, pitching hard shots until ref takes a hand. Eliza's round as Carmen shows her first signs of fatigue.

R9: Eliza stalking now, pounding away on Electra's face the jab, launching rigid, sloping right hands down into the midsection, then twisting into hooks to catch Carm as she bends forward. Electra forced to fight off the ropes - she's blocking and defending more, clinching more - Dushku keeping the pressure on, grounding her attack in Electra's fabulous, but often-exploited midriff. At the 10 second signal, both girls erupt in a savage flurry of jarring rights and lefts - Eliza pinning Electra down and belting her senseless, ignoring the bell to pour on extra touches.

R10: Decision-time for Electra - she's starting to get beat up, starting to hurt - will her early lead hold up if she runs, or should she fight the tenth like she wants to take everything away from Eliza? Dushku forces the action early with a doubled up jab and a POUNDING right cross that swivels Carmen's head, making up Electra's mind in the process: it's ON. Toe to Toe, hammer and tongs - girls trade shivering licks, faces spanking back from flush impact, bodies stiffening as gloves thump-thump brisk off the meat, and punch for punch - it's Carmen. Electra taking over in the second minute, blocking up top, answering sharply, clouting Dushku's temples hooks and chopping rights. Girls trade up underneath - it's Eliza forced back a step. Carmen with a deft sidestep, pushing Dushku behind the elbow, gets a little angle, scores a sliding right hand on the mouth Eliza never sees. At the bell, a weary, disbelieving Dushku is driven to the ropes, just defending herself as Electra pins her ears back and lets her hands go, lips curled in a savage snarl as she pounds out the tenth. Comes back a hard fought UD10 for the winner and NEW bantam champ - Carmen Electra!

After: Dushku rushing from the ring in an angry-butt stomp, left eye bulging, face tight with rage - adventurous cameraman gets a little too close - Eliza palms the lens to shove the man down - ex-champ livid as bimbo lifts the belts. Carmen Electra back on top after years in exile, crowd responding to her - they know it's been a long hard road, up AND down for Carm - she cries jubilant tears, shifting the weight of gold on her hips and shoulders while posing for triumphant photos.


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