Posted by Simguy on 7/25/2008, 6:58 pm.

Before: Amy Jo long considered a Hannigan-class flyweight with better handspeed: new show; network support; she’s happy to ge getting a second chance. “I was surprised when Amanda’s name came up, because that’s an easy fight for me and I didn’t think they’d be mocing her the hard way.” Amy Jo shrugs, grinning toothy. “She showed some sock against Megan though—it was impressive. Not going to take her lightly, but if I fight the way I know I’m capable of, Seyfried’s looking at an education in that ring.” Amanda being moved briskly—emboldened by her win over top young prospect Fox. “I proved that I could hit pretty brunettes, and hurt them,” Amanda says of her Fox experience. “That was a big step for me, because a lot of critics have said that I’m too raw for the FCBA. Well, I fight hard—people say I’m cute—and I’m getting a lot of positive feedback from fans and fighters alike—so maybe the critics should just go back to reading Shakespeare and leave the fighting to the rest of us!” Amanda in pink bikini; white boxing short-boot; small white gloves; golden curls tied back in Celtic braid off her brow. Amy Jo in forest green tie-side bikini; pink boxing short-boot; small pink work out gloves; hair feisty gym ponytail. Amanda comes to the ring to “Mamma Mia”/ During ring instructions to touch’em up, Amy Jo first brings her hands up swift, knocking Amanda’s mitts up, then slams her hands down atop Seyfried’s hands, startling Amanda and drawing a prefight warning…for what? Rough-house? “Whatever—Amy Jo—knock it off!”

During R1: Amy Jo scoots to her right, darting in and out, testing Amanda’s reflexes early. Seyfried knows Amy Jo’s quick: blonde has dukes up at all times, ready to block punches she won’t necessarily see. Minute mark, Seyfried starts a right hand  at exactly the right time: by fluke or design, she smashes Amy’s face back as brunette is pouncing in, neatly repulsing her. Amy jo startled—legs out of range, roams to her right with a perplexed scowl: she’s taking a moment to make sure she’s OK/ Seyfried’s inexperience showing: she doesn’t press—just following Amy around as Jo Johnson gets herself together—then Amy Jo retakes the initiative. Johnson spitting jabs in brisk 2s and 3s—stitching in and out, circling around. Down the stretch, she dazzles Amanda with a tic-tac-toe buffeting of lefts and rights, dabbing at Seyfried’s head and shoulders as blonde covers up. Amanda unhurt, but forced to hunker down and let Amy Jo touch her up for points.

R2: Amy Jo nimble, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Ponytail swinging side to side. Everything swift n’ crisp with Amy: spitting jabs up top; hustling shoe-shines against Seyfried’s spirited jugs; quick-trigger right hand lead off the shoulder-=-often doubled if Amanda looks spooked. Seyfried’s hands and feet much slower—she prowls around, alternating between crossed arm looks and earmuffs as she tries to collapse distance. Down the stretch, Amanda’s crouching forward behind her mitts, grimacing as Amy Jo digs hup-hup-hup to bgut. Jo Johnson grinning as she pivots-left and leans out, well pleased with herself: RIGHT HAND AMANDA SEYFRIED! Amanda not even looking—she just sweeps the big right roundhouse out of her crouch when Amy Jo’s donr with her tummy—catching Johnson’s chin,. Swiveling her head and PUTTING AMY JO ON HER BACK! Johnson awe-struck—blinking up into the lights, hands up as her elbows plant on canvas. Seyfried runs to her own corner—then scampers to a neutral corner: Amy Jo beats the count at the bell. Wild: Amanda steals a clear Amy Jo round with one belting haymaker!

R3: Amy circling midring, curving in on Amanda, dousing her, then scooting out to either side: brunette showing some respect for blonde sock. Jo Johnson not setting down at all—she’s keeping it peppy, touching and tapping on Amanda, getting off and getting gone. Amy Jo’s dukes stacked right atop left at her chest: she’ll hustle straight lefts and rights into Seyfried’s guard, face and breasts—putting 3,4, even 5 punches together before disengaging. Amy Jo jabbing on the way in AND on the way out: she’s taking no chances. Breezy shutout third: Amanda scuffed up but unhurt—just simply unable to get against uptempo Amy Jo.

R4: Little tougher for Amy Jo. She’s still getting off first, dictating the exchanges—but Amandas realizes she can take these shots, walking through’em and punching hard right hands into Amy’s chest. Amy Jo wary of being hit twice in succession by Amanda: any success from Seyfried enough to send Amy Jo scooting out of range. Johnson forced to cicle and curve back in: Amanda trying her best to punch-with when she gets the chance.

R5: Similar rhythm, Seyfried circling the wagons, crouching to receive the pounce then looking to catch Amy punching. Jo Johnson reads all this—using her jab well to keep Seyfried at bay when Amy Jo’s finished flurrying. Amanda  collecting the odd hard right hand—normally against Johnson’s breasts or flank—but it’s another Amy Jo paint job through 5. Seyfried’s trainer begging Amanda to jab, making it Job 1 for the blonde.

R6,7: Typical sequence for Amy Jo: she pumps multiple jabs, forcing Amanda to crouch-and-cover. Free to punch, Amy Jo gets off—peppering Amanda with short, straight hustling rights and lefts—the punches pinging at hairline, guard, shoulders. When she’s done—Amy Jo will cuff a hook to scalp, pivot left while jab-jabbing, then step out of range, roaming the ring as Amanda straightens up and walks forward. Pattern repeats—Amy Jo’s legs giving her tactical initiative; jab giving her air superiority and freedom to act. Seyfried largely unhurt, but all judges see is a blonde girl covering up and getting touched shabby by a very quick-mitted brunette. Everything off the bounce for Amy: she’s a treat to watch. During the breaks, Amanda pre-occupied with her breasts on her stool, rubbing them with her left hand: Amy’s getting in her hup-hup.

R8: Amy standing in more than she should—lots shoulder-to-shoulder, forehead-to-forehead scrubbing at close quarters: Amanda actually holding her own. Seyfried doing better when she doesn’t have to time Amy or look for he—punch for punch, blonde’s getting the better of it, Calculated risk for Amy Jo: she knows she’s winning the fight, but she wants to put a little something on Seyfried. Good, crowd pleasing stuff—girls trading hooks and uppercuts, giving each other the bump: non-stop work, bell to bell/ Amanda’s round close.

R9: Once again, Amy Jo lays in: once again, Amanda’s able to shine. Girls not crushing each other with any one punch: it’s more a steady, hard-working scrub inside—short-shrugging cuffs and clouts. Amy edging her left shoulder into Amanda’s chest to walk her back, sturdy-legged blonde won’t have it, generally able to come forward until Amy Jo turns her cute. Johnson able to sidestep by pushing Amanda behind either elbow—blonde often unbalanced and flanked, but she’s doing a good job fighting off Amy Jo’s chest and making the brunette work. Another Seyfried round as Amy Jo goes away frustrated.

R10: Amy Jo finally gets to Amanda—hurting the blonde with a hook, then doubling it up to put Amanda on her heels,. Johnson exploiting the breach with quick, stabbing lead right straight to Amanda’s stomach, followed by a short left hook. Seyfried rocked to the ropes, but refusing to go down, covering up and giving away her tummy on the cheap. Blonde abs go on sale, so Amy Jo shoeshines away—peppering tummy, then sidestepping right while Amanda’s panting. Amy Jo keeping the jab on Amanda—even when circling: Seyfried repeatedly poked as she straightens up in the mistaken belief that it’s her turn. Jo Johnson gambles in a few more hard hooks, raking Amanda with effect—but the brunette satisfied that Seyfried won’t go. Amy Jo coasts, posts the shutout, takes the decision via UD10 wide.

After: Amy Jo grinning, cupping Amanda behind the head and chatting forehead to forehead as the ring fills, Seyfried outclassed, but proving sturdy and surprisingly heavy handed. “I never DREAMED I’d be on my back in this fight,” Amy Jo says all mock-astonished. “Amanda gets her curves into shots—and throw’em from crazy angles off her thighs or whatever—I wasn’t reading her well early, I boxed those early rounds and discovered there’s a tempo she can’t  fight effectively at: once I found that pace, I more or less controlled her. OI told her that—she’s got to work on that jab to manage speed better, if she doesn’t she’s going to get pasted by some of the speed demons in this division!”

Reposted by Archer 3/17/10.