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1 October 2005 Title Ch Jaime Pressly vs Eliza Dushku

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Jaime Pressly 07.jpgEliza Dushku 04.jpg

 

UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE

 

Posted by simguy (9-30 or 10-1-05) (Thanks to Ginny for this repost)

 

Vixens nervy around as opposing gunslingers around each other - title bout showdown has that rare OK Corral feel as Alpha fems square off. "I always thought Jaime and I would have this huge rivalry," Eliza confides in prefight. "She was my perfect opposite - that edgy blend of skill and attitude you don't see in blondes very often. But she didn't follow me to bantam - why, I guess you'd have to ask her - but whatever: we haven't mixed it up as much as I thought we would. Now that she's here, and she's proven herself belt-worthy, I think we're gonna start getting into it. This fight feels like an opening skirmish to me - the first move on a chessboard. I want to set the tone on Jaime, let her know what facing me's gonna be like down the road."

 

Pressly pursing lips, yawning throughout Eliza's speech - blonde not exactly walking on egg shells when it comes to the Sheriff.

 

"I've got about as much respect for Eliza as I did for the tuna wrap I scarfed at lunch today," Pressly shrugs. "She thinks we're gonna be big rivals? I think I'm gonna beat her ass and let me tell you why: Jaime Pressly has no rivals. Big bad Jolene Blalock? I took her apart like a little bytch. Lucy Liu - remember her? I STRETCHED that bytch - parts of her game are STILL lying where I dropped her. Bottom line - Eliza's another big name, big repped bytch who's gonna get the Jaime Pressly slap-down - end of story."

 

Pressly in baby blue lace cami crop top, beige low rise boy cut stretch lace panties - Eliza in red leather bikini. Small puncher's gloves, both vixens - heartless stare-down so cold, ref can see his own breath as he relays instructions.

 

Rd 1: Tuff talk aside - both girls come out as cool professionals, sizing each other up. Pressly more lithe in her movements, flinch-feinting her jab as she tap-steps left, gauging Dushku's reflexes. Eliza sensing she's not quite as quick using geometry, judgement to compensate - anticipating Jaime well, beating her to spots, cutting off the ring. Dushku moving her head, parrying with her right mitt - Pressly a little more offensive minded, circling, initiating sporadic contact. Feeling out round - Pressly by default - nobody hurt.

 

Rd 2: Both girls in similar relaxed stances - left hands at hip, right up around the chin to shoot or parry as required. Classy stuff again - not a lot of clean contact as Jaime's legs, Eliza's upper body moves keeping both girls safe. Down the stretch, Pressly freezes Eliza with a feint, leads a hard right hand between Eliza's hastily raised guard, caps it off a bright, biting hook to chops. Dushku's legs prove sturdy, but she's rocked onto her heels - Pressly scoring the first meaningful blows of the fight, lights up her challenger at the bell.

 

Rd 3: Jaime starting to dominate, dictating position with her feet, initiating the spots. She's fixing Eliza's position with a hard, backhanding spank-jab, putting Sheriff on the defensive: while Eliza's covering, Pressly's easing in on front foot to hook those ribs with ginger. Jaime showcasing that vicious, oily hook this round - upstairs and down - so compact, just turning her shoulder into it, doubling it up tidy - really smashing away head and shoulders on Dushku in the third.

Rd 4: Dushku turns to her old friend, body punching, to turn things around. Eliza jabbing-with, edging in close and tidying up - she's got a fine, tight hook herself and she's bouncing it tart off Jaime's bra and ribs. Slutty right hands tucking in under Pressly's breasts, wedging in behind the left elbow - blonde exhaling through pursed 'O' lips at times as she feels Eliza's efficiency downstairs. Dushku able to fight off Jaime's chest much of the round, keeping her head under Pressly's chin and pinning her to ropes - brunette bullying blonde as fight takes on a more constant, toe-to-toe look.

 

Rd 5: Same again. Dushku jabbing and weaving her way in, then outworking blonde in the trenches. Pressly plenty tuff, not getting dominating exactly, but Eliza just more adept mouth-on-shoulder than the champ. Dushku staying on the ribcage, polishing up those tanned abs, neatly sidestepping with helpful pushes behind either Pressly elbow to keep turning and over-balancing the blonde. Jaime's best asset - her dancer's legs - largely silent - she's laying in with Eliza, hooking with her in short-shrugging bursts and doing well. Pressly back to her corner thinks she's won the round, but KruZher trainer begs to differ, urging Jaime to 'pick Eliza up' on the inside, demonstrating with short, abrupt uppercuts.

 

Rd 6: Jaime gets respect inside, and gets it huge. Eliza crowding, driving in on Jaime - Pressly pressing in with her left shoulder, then easing out to rip the tight left uppercut, picking Eliza up hard as instructed. Pressly giving ground with measured steps, walking Dushku into it - blonde getting hard right uppies off the right foot, hard jerking left uppies off the left foot - Eliza guzzling as she tries to re-establish position. Wheels fall off brunette applecart in second minute - Pressly clanging away to chin, stepping back and scoring with those vicious, jagged uppercuts and DUSHKU TAKES A KNEE! Crowd stunned - didn't sense it coming - but Eliza badly dinged by clean Jaime punching for over a minute before the drop. Misty eyed 8, Sheriff - Jaime hard-hearted, cold-blooded - steps on in to eagerly test what's left. Final minute a rough ride for the challenger - Eliza earmuffed up, stooping forward hurt and Jaime's just MAULING her short, ripping punches. Pressly getting vicious, lithe leverage on those hooks, bouncing mitt off skull, jaw, shoulder, ribs. Right uppercuts splitting the mitts time and time again - Dushku not seeing the punch, not expecting it, always startled by it. Final moments DUSHKU TAKES A KNEE! Eliza grimacing, steadying herself with right hand in ropes: Pressly shouting down in triumph as she struts past, all mocking swishing blonde buttocks, swinging arms.

 

Rd 7: Eliza gets the "Yer blowin' it, kid" speech in her corner: she's got to start hurting Jaime and winning big rounds. Dushku pressing, gambling, but Jaime's managing it beautifully - stepping back in good order, picking Eliza up with jagged, ripping uppercuts, then fighting her toe-to-toe as Dushku pays a heavy price just to get to chest. James able to bang the body, bump and roll inside when needed, then easing out to create distance and force Eliza to chew new leather to regain position. Pressly upbeat, buttocks high, light-stepping at the bell: Dushku lumping up shiny, shoulders slouching, wincing as she takes her seat through 7.

Rd 8: No panic in the Dushku corner - just calm, reasoned, urgency: she comes out and gets on Jaime in a hurry. Eliza risking her chin to work Pressly's gut doubletime - Dushku in there digging, flurrying to breadbasket, shoulders rotating, torso leaning forward. Pressly grimacing, shaken by the hard knocking thump - she's trying to walk Eliza into the counter-uppercut, but missing or grazing instead of checking Dushku. Midway through, Eliza's working Pressly over at the ropes, staying on the midriff, but also shrugging short lefts and rights to jug - Jaime falling apart just a little bit and ELIZA HOOKS CHIN! Gorgeous short, clipping chin check swivels Jaime's head, drops her straight down to all fours - Dushku stomping business like to neutral corner as champ forced to rally. Jaime's a believer - after 8, she takes to her bicycle, running the clock and forfeiting the rest of the round rather than risk any more Eliza.

 

Rd 9: The professionalism of Eliza Dushku. Sheriff cutting down the ring with cool precision, jabbing her swift-footed foe, guiding her to ropes, then easing in to fight off Pressly's chest. Jaime starting to wear down, looking harassed and put-upon: she's covering up more, not answering back, sullenly soaking up body punches as Eliza systematically works the ribs. Dushku so fresh and snappy with those punches, snatching Jaime's wiry torso either hand, then dipping, ducking, twisting, never letting Pressly get a clean receipt. Eliza a master at punching in tandem with shoulder-bumps and clever head-butts - nothing blatant, just a constant withering beatdown applied - Pressly feeling under constant siege. Dushku stepping up her assault on Jaime's proud rack - brunette sensing some advantage to be had there, pounding away lustily whenever Jaime leans forward to present tasty ledge. Bell: Eliza puts a cheap, late right hand snug beneath Pressly's left breast, drawing panting gasp from blonde - brunette looking to bully the bully through 9.

 

Rd 10: Masterful stuff from both women - real slick, hard-nosed stuff for the boxing purist. Pressly opening with hard, tasty jabs, showing leg as she motors left - she runs a minute off the clock, forcing Eliza to shave down the ring. Dushku patiently jabbing, stalking, moving her head - she finally gets to Jaime's chest and pounds away to breadbasket - feasting on stubborn blonde tummy meat as Jaime lays in. Pressly answers with renewed crispness on her counter uppercuts - easing back, walking Eliza in and finding her chin with carving strokes, either hand. Furious fare, yet very high quality - neither girls' form has degraded despite 10 bruising rounds of give and take. Goes to the cards - vixens side by side with the ref betwixt: UD 10 for the winner and STILL bantam champ, Jaime Pressly!

 

After: Dushku stoic, tight-lipped in defeat - close competitive struggle, but Jaime just eking out the extra minutes tonight; two knockdowns to one difference crucial in a close contest. Pressly crass in victory, getting in Eliza's face with belts, taunting the former champ with shining gold - Dushku's icy demeanor starting to boil until Claire Danes intercedes, walks ‘Liza off before things get ugly.

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