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27 July 2007 Erica Durance vs Holly Valance

Page history last edited by Archer844 12 years, 7 months ago

 

Posted by Simguy on 7/27/2007, 7:19 am,

Before: “Holly’s been ready for the US market for some time,” notes one Pac-Rim correspondent for Celebrity ring, “She’s held a number of regional and club titles, which over here probably means she could handle herself against the best Hooter’s Girls and Casino/ Resort fighters. Durance is really a prototypical North American fighter--tall, lean, fit and battle-tested: it’s a pretty big step up in class for Holly, but it’s a great opportunity as well.” Durance in “Smallville” reds--the red top/navy bottom bikini with red belt; white gloves; curly blonde ponytail with mischievous bangs. Holly in black bra and panties (“DOA”), white gloves; blonde tousle.

During R1: Battle lines drawn: Erica on her toes, attempting to test Holly’s conditioning--Durance’s right hand tight to her cheek as she spits stiff jabs, steps to her right or pivots to her left, leaping Valance turning, Holly’s left at her waist, right under her chin--sexy little shoulder rolls and torso-bobs moving her head, keeping her elusive. Connects about even: Erica much busier, throwing more and being the clear aggressor--judges like her desire.

R2: Bip/bap: Erica steps right, drops tidy left/right onto left side of holly’s jaw, drops Valance to all fours at the open. Durance jogging to neutral corner all business: Valance up quickly--embarrassed and concerned: Erica’s got sharp pop, Resume: Durance closing, hooking off her jab, then pummeling Holly’s upper chest and biceps with a bashing flurry--Erica’s elbows in as she’s tossing, nice compact shellack applied. Valance aghast--sliding to her right: she wasn’t wobbly butt off the knockdown, but she is now. Durance stalking hard-eyed, cleaning up on Holly rest of the way: Valance traversing the perimeter, slipping and rolling best she can as Erica rolls her blonde up for shutout points.

R3: Holly lures Erica to ropes, shows her the closed stance: Valance staging a nice little rally potshot ting and countering from the pocket. Durance banging away crisp to flank, but missing headshots as Holly’s cute little shoulder roll proves effective: Valance able to answer sharp right uppercuts or straight rights out of the screen, scoring to Erica’s face and tucking in stout beneath left breast. These shots aren’t turned over: Holly delivers palm-up, stiff wristed--the uppercut scraping off Erica’s face, the body shot digging straight into rib--shoving delivery sacrifices a little power, but it’s getting off quick. Valance’s torso supple as she twists and rolls--she rotates up out of crouches, pulling her hook across Durance’s breasts or digging it hard to her tummy: Holly showing a firm hook off either foot. Durance rebuked: she works hard for little gain, gets picked apart in the third.

R4: Erica adjusts--when she sees Holly pointing her left shoulder--Durance stoops and eats jabs to body touching Valance up, then hacks a right hand in above Holly’s left hip rather than headhunting. Holly grimacing at the new tactics--forced out of her foxhole to step-right: Durance steps tright to continually open up blonde left flank. Erica attacking from outside Holly’s left shoulder--forcing blonde to open her stance to answer: good footwork/boxing from Durance here as she solves problems on the fly, Down the stretch, Valance mouth breathing: Erica jabs the body; steps right; hooks off her right (back) foot, taking Holly awkward on the left side if her face--VALANCE STUMBLES TO ALL FOURS! Durance nodding happily, ponytail tossing: Holly’s shaken up.

R5: Valance feigning weakness, lures Erica to ropes, induces Durance to swing two-handed to ribcage. Holly twisting to receive blows, keeping her left shoulder pointed at Durance, then answering back wicked, stabbing little right hands palm-up to Erica’s midriff. Left hooks soon join in--Holly nippin’ ‘em quick as she’s twisting on the spot--scoring hits, tummy, breasts and chin, curling up behind that left shoulder on follow through. Erica doesn’t like it, answers back hot, but she’s reckless , angry, wide: Valance tilting into the work, getting inside punches, using her shoulder against Erica’s chest and clouting away with swatting vigor. Middle minute a blistering series of exchanges--Erica all chewed up in disastrous trade, her legs suddenly wobbly., Valance with a pair of duck-n’-tuck right hands t tummy paralyzes Erica “UHH!”--Durance right there for the short left uppercut which puts her down. Erica on one knee, frazzled, blinking: Holly strutting past and grinning, takes the time to flick Erica’s ponytail in passing!

Durance/Valance conc.

Posted by Simguy on 7/27.2007, 7:19 am.

R6: Erica pressing--a little dinged up here, reverting to her attack-oriented instincts once she’s been hurt. Valance grimacing, retreating in good order--willing to let Erica get off in order to read the openings. Durance’s jab HAD been shutting Holly down--Erica just walking in and imposing will this round, strapping lefts and rights onto holly’s curves. Valance nipping back sharp--cute little shoulder-rolls, dips, twists and slips setting up nasty-crisp counters body, breasts and head. Down the stretch, Durance ahead when Holly rolls Erica’s right, comes back underneath with a bolo right hand to pit-o’-the-paunch, then turns over the hook-to-chops to ring Erica up. Durance gobsmacked--eyebrows high, eyelashes fluttering, lips parted: she faces into a pair of chop-chopping right hands to chin, followed by a tuff hook in her stomach, chasing her to ropes, HOLLY WANTS JUGG! Durance momentarily dazed, cries out as Valance crowds in close, shrug chugs away tidy to Erica’s healthy rack, neatly stealing the round with a crowd -pleasing flurry late.

R7: Erica troubled--instincts betraying her against Holly’s clever counterpunching. Willful Durance disobeys corner instructions, wading full into Holly: Valance lights Erica up as few have before in dazzling display of supple closed-stance boxing. Erica working hard--but holly seeing it well, rolling the shots, turning with them, stepping inside them, ducking them--Durance just not realizing a return on investment. Meanwhile--Holly ripping up great chunks of flat Erica tummy meat, tucking in tidy behind he elbows, swiping away at jug. Clobbering at chin with dipping, bending leverage on tidy behind the elbows, swiping away at jug, clobbering at chin with dipping, bending leverage on compact swat. Valance illustrating the Pac-Rim penchant for punching off the back and fighting in reverse--very adept at feigned retreats to lure Erica forward into harm. After working Erica over for the whole round, Holly rolls to her right with a tired Durance right; comes back that thick right hand to paunch, dislodging Erica’s mouthpiece with a shout. Holly in close, clubs the right to Erica’s chin, hops to stay close to Erica’s chin while sneaking a swipe-left onto chin; hopes in to swipe the right to chin and ERICA SITS DOWN! Durance simply wiped and bull-rushed to her backside, panting, frowning: Holly grins back over her shoulder as she struts away at the bell.

R8: Holly feeling good about herself, engages Erica mid ring, left shoulders touching. Girls in tight crouches, left hands across waists, right hands up; slow-steppin’ counterclockwise rotation as vixens swap 3-punch combos. Tart, proper wallop here--tight, professional delivery from both: Durance tightening up nicely and mirroring her compact-swatting foe. What do you like--Erica’s clipping, outside-in right uppercut to catch Holly in her crouch> Valance’s tart, vicious double hook spanking off Erica’s taut tummy, or clawing at Smallville jugg? Banging give and take in a phone booth, sees both women land cruel right hands to opposing lower back, drawing warnings.

R9: Holly right back in there, shoulder to shoulder, slow-steppin’ swat-meet mid ring. Thick, tense work--girls scowling, exhaling through pursed lips, grunting softly as damp tummies, hard ribs, beautiful faces ship swat. Holly with that stiff-wrested right uppercut, shaves it off Erica’s lips, then gets into rack with a pair of tidy left hooks TUPP! TUPP! Durance rolls her torso, pulls the right hand into Holly’s flank above the left hip, fit’s the left hand into tummy, doubles left hand to chin. Down the stretch, holly looking a little shabby here--reluctant to clinch, but she’s slipping without answering; wincing and shutting her eyes tight when Durance sinks in hard to belly, to the fitter, heavier-handed lass go to the spoils: that’s Erica on both counts.

R10: Valance definitely looking worn--tactical decision to go hard at Erica to use Durance up has officially backfired, Erica coming forward now--jabbing to prompt Holly’s defensive move, then stepping in close with tuff-bumping bully’s shoulder to jostle Valance backward. Ropes: Erica staying busy, setting that rugged miler’s pace on her weary foe. Valance mouth open--eyed haggard: she’s rolling shots--now right hand at her temple, now left hand at her temple as she switches and twists--but  Erica’s got her, D establishing to the body--firm batting spank sitting Holly breathless in the ropes--then tight, shaving uppercuts to set up clout from the other hand. Steady beat down--Erica’s ponytail swishing side to side, legs and back shredding into muscular relief as she gets off or adjusts balance--it’s all her. Valance mouthpiece gets punched off her teeth--she immediately takes a knee, looking punished, Holly beats the count at the bell--comes back UD10, Erica Durance.

After; Holly visibly distressed--she pound fists against her tanned thighs--tough loss. Durance beaming, hugging her associates and looking relieved: Erica got all she wanted from Holly tonight, “I let her get inside my head a bit,” a chagrined Erica admits in post fight--nice plum colored mouse emerging under her right eye. “She got to me with that stupid ponytail flicking and her attitude in general--she did get me out of my game for a while and Ai think I made the fight harder than it needed to be. She was doing well, but I think she overestimated how hurt I was--I mean, when she closed in to finish me off,  I was just catching a second wind. Maybe she’s got enough kick to take those Tiger beer girls late,  but definitely overhauled her and used her up down the stretch.”

Reposted by Archer 8/21/11.

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