Posted by Simguy on 3/30/2007, 7:48 am.

Before: Lake reminds me of my ‘Battlestar Galactica’ co-star Grace park,” a relaxed Tricia muses in prefight. “Very rangy, almost gangly, but a hardnosed, straightforward style. I respect lake’s strength--she shook O’Dell--so I’m looking forward to the physical challenge she represents. I love this kind of threat--my skills will have to be at their sharpest to turn her back.” Bell upbeat, effervescent--she’s undaunted by recent sharp disappointments at the FCBA level of competition. “I’ve heard all about how tricky Tricia is,” Bell acknowledges, “but I want to see how slick she is when I’m banging her body, you know? I don’t get discouraged in fights--I don’t care how much I miss, I’m gonna keep trying to take her out--and that kind of determination wears girls down. Not saying Helfer’s not world class--I’m just saying I’m confident in my power, and I’m going to take her!” Lake in black lace push up,; white bikini panties with black vine print; white gloves; messy beach ponytail, Tricia in metallic baby blue bikini, white gloves, platinum locks. Bell constantly fidgeting during bring instructions--rolling her head around, bouncing on the spot--looking wide-eyed and frisky in comparison to Helfer’s cool tranquility.

During R1: Lake crouching, hands up, palms out--moving in fast on Tricia, hounding her ropeside, BIG right hand sweeps to Helfer’s left flank: she crouches, left across her waist, right loose at her chest, tilting forward. TORRID POUNDING, BELL TO HELFER! Tricia stooped out over her feet--Lake looming over blonde, HAMMERING rangy right and left roundhouses to either flank, Slamming blows shake Tricia’s trim chassis as she digs in--then Bell settles on right hands alone, DIGGING repeated right in behind Helfer’s left elbow while riding a left forearm across back of Tricia’s head. Ref moves in, pushes Lake back and warns her about the head-pushing--Helfer rumpled shook up--she lopes to her right as Bell scoots forward for more. Lake in that aggressive palms-out crouch--spitting a jab, pushing out a shoving right palm into Helfer’s guard--blonde hounded to a fresh patch of ropes and SAVAGELY beaten about her hips and flanks. Helfer groaning, twisting side to side, then bending forward to relieve the pressure: Lake’s back on those flanks with vicious, crook-armed rights and lefts, slopping home the harm. Helfer forced to clinch: Lake wrestles her into ropes, roughing her ip with forearms across the face as ref moves in. Tricia taking deep breath,, trying to rally, but Lake right back on top, swinging away wide right hands round to body, then swarming in all lanky. Lake big on Tricia--wide stance; tuff palm-shoves ion Helfer’s shoulders; lashing, rangy side to side power and glorious, carving uppercuts put classy blonde wobbly butt bat the bell. Tricia stumbling to corner all windblown and disheveled: been a LONG time since a girl’s stepped to Helfer and beaten her senseless like this.

R2: Perky Bell erupting off her stool, batting her mitts together--she’s eager to get back to work. Helfer closing up her stance, pointing her left shoulder at Lake: left across gut, chin tucked behind the left shoulder, right bhand up at mouth, Sweeping right takes Helfer in her back as she twists slightly right: Lake pushes her left hand onto tricia;s left shoulder, stumbling the blonde along band LAVISHING Helfer’s back another strapping right! Tricia loping to her right, then turning into a sneaky lead right from the screen; back with the licking left hook tic-toc across Bell’s available face. Jab from Tricia as she widens stance and steps further away--blonde buying herself a little breathing room with lithe agility. Bell trying to rush in, but Tricia’s pumping stick--bouncing that left hand off Lakes face, sidestepping to turn Bell’s right flank. Helfer more and more secure behind her stick--she’s mixing in the odd sliding right cross, finishing with limber left hooks licked to Lake’s midriff, then pivoting fluidly clockwise, Lake crouching, peering through her gloves, but she’s getting pre-empted now, unable to close and slam away as she had been.

R3: Lake irrepressible--constantly forward, crouching, weaving her way towards Trish. Helfer being first--jabbing with a loose, slightly backhand delivery from the closed stance, then sliding back--changing up distance on Lake. Bell following Tricia to apron, then getting spun or bedazzled as Helfer sidesteps and gets around her foe. Helfer using her jab to control, using the lead right hand to surprise, occasionally setting down on whiplash hooks loud to bell’s midsection whenever Lake crouches behind her mitts,. Bell not shutout--she’s able to spit her jab, muscle Tricia to ropes and slosh away lusty to flanks: Helfer keeping her elbows and hands in, twisting and turning to absorb blows, clinching for breaks.

R4: Tricia’s class starting to tell--Bell can’t get position, can’t get off. Helfer bobbing deep at her waist to make Bell miss, hen pivoting sweetly left--Lake swinging at air, really looking amateurish here. Tricia selective--placing startling right hands on Bell’s forehead or chin. pre-empting brunette, freezing her for the follow-on hook. Helfer conscious of her foe’s taut, wiry chassis, looking to weaken it with strapping hooks to ribs or cranking hooks to tummy--Trish mixing up her sultry attack to touch Lake all over. At the break, lake stomping her foot and scowling--frustration boiling over as Helfer polishes Lake for points.

R5: Tricia in a dangerous spot early--wrapped up and muscled into ropes--but she mounts a masterful; pocket defense near the HMK corner. Girls fighting mouth on shoulder, leaning on each other: Tricia hands stacked loose chest and body, using her left shoulder to bump at Lake’s chest; Bell’s hands up around Helfer’s and her own head, controlling Trish with palm-pushes and shoulder bumps as well. Lake SLAMMING away--very brawny, lanky blows smashing off Tricia’s flanks and arms, shaking Helfer. Tricia more subtle, slicker--sliding her fists in swipes across Lake’s breasts and face, dipping and twisting to help take the edge off Bell’s receipts. Lake on top, working every second of the round, but Tricia getting the cleaner touches, making herself less available despite fielding some very heavy leather in above the hips.

R6: Tricia gets the jab out, uses her legs--Lake can’t close. Minute mark, Helfer drifting Lake a gorgeous sneaky right cross onna teeth, just missing a lanky left uppercut, grazing Bell’s left cheek as Lake’s tilting forward. Bell wobbly butt, hurt for the first time tonight: she crouches forward, trying to get to Helfer’s chest. Tricia spring-legged bright-eyed--she’s loose and relaxed, opening up to work hurtin’ Lake over. Helfer jabs at Lake’s forehead, floats back out of  range, walks Lake forward and lifts a gorgeous lanky right uppercut into Bell’s midsection, Lake grunting in pain, still well forward over her feet: tricia smooth to her left, pivoting while gently pushing Lake behind her elbow to turn her. Bell squaring up, crouching forward: more sliding footwork, limber potshot ting from Tricia as she straps away. Bell busting up, looking miserable and shabby--all she can think of to do is trudge forward in her crouch, taking withering shellack every step of the way. Helfer fighting brilliantly in reverse, turning at the ropes, luring Bell into punishment--blonde working up a healthy sheen of sweat as she straps away pitiless. Break: Lake swaying on the spot, but grimly defiant; Tricia staring at Bell as though seeing her for the first time, not quite comprehending Lake’s durability through 6.

R7: Lake staggering again, clearly breaking down, but here she comes--right up the gut to engage Tricia toe-to-toe, Helfer gritting her teeth as she wrestles with lake, struggling to writhe out of Bell’s clutches, but lake’s too strong--she muscles Tricia to ropes, initiates
A grueling, flat footed test of wills. Lake hanging her chin out over Tricia’s left shoulder, lifting lugging punches up into Tricia’s svelte lungs. Helfer refusing to be bullied--she pushes into Lake for balance, then straps away a vicious hook underneath--really snatching that long-limbed punch off Lake’s ribs, Hammer and lashing tongs underneath--Lake stepping with Helfer, slopping it into her, but a ruinous cost: Tricia showing supple power to the body and head as she slides away to walk Lake into harm, Down the stretch, Bell’s falling to pieces--stumbling, eyelashes fluttering: Tricia sidesteps and puts drowsy Lake face-first to ropes. Helfer switches SOUTHPAW (right shoulder pointed at Lake), crouching down as Lake pushes a slanting right at Tricia’s chin: Helfer stays low, creeps forward and UNLEASHES a lariat left, cracking lake a stinging left cross outta the crouch o blast Bell up against the ropes. Lake out on her feet, all loose and relaxed as she slides to her left and down--she sprawls on her face, parallel to the ropes, devastated by Helfer’s sleek clout. KO7 in decisive fashion--Tricia Helfer.

After: Lake finding her physical limits against Tricia--brawny, wiry, well-conditioned Bell simply took too many clean head and body shots throughout the fight, despite weathering them all freakishly well for the most part. Helfer cringing with body-ache, getting a good workout tonight--but once again supple defense combined with underrated slugging power puts her over a game and determined opponent. Tricia hugging and congratulating lake in post fight--Helfer very gracious in victory. “I just told her she hits about as hard as anyone I’ve been in with,” a relieved Helfer says during in-ring interview, “and I couldn’t believe how TOUGH she is. I was able to hit her with little difficulty, but walked through an incredible amount of punishment--I seriously wondered what would give out first--my arms, or her chin?”

Reposted by Archer 12/29/11.