Posted  by simguy 2-17-07  (thanks to Ginny for this repost)

Pressly flashing chiselled abs at prefight, oozing the confidence only true physical specimens bring to the ring. "I love taking Eliza apart," Jaime coos at the podium. "She comes in all hard, but you chip away and chip away and eventually she gets all soft and hurting - I just love stripping away her facade, you know? This'll be me, in three: write it down."

Dushku impassive: never intimidated at the dais, but against Pressly, Eliza's unusually stern, focused. "Look, Pressly's a complete package type fighter," Eliza admits. "But she's got her tendencies just like anybody else. When you get in with a physical force like Jaime, you beat her with your brains. I'll manage what she's got, then I'll impose my agenda on her and take her down. Anything Rachel McAdams can do, I can do: Pressly's looking at her second straight loss here."

Jaime in royal blue DOA bikini with white belting, white gloves - hair up and ponytailed; Dushku in red leather bikini, black gloves, hair topknotted so curls are off her face, spilling down her back.

Rd 1: Similar stances: left hands at hips, rights up near jaws, left shoulders pointing at the opponent. Similar jab-looks - hard stabbing down into the body or chest; doubled up-jabs brisk to face. Footwork crisp, but not overdone - both women moving just enough, neither wasting a lot as they gently circle midring. Pressly sprinkling liberal right hands - twisting in crosses; jotting straight pokes; clipping right uppercuts off the right foot. Dushku's right hand primarily there for blocking purposes - she's looking to hook off the jab when she wants to do harm. Strategically, Eliza with a real plan: never engaging Jaime at medium or long range - if Dushku can't penetrate inside Jaime's jab, brunette steps well out of range and walks around. Cagey round to Dushku on superior ring generalship - she's getting to Jaime's ribcage with snappy hooks, minimizing the receipts.

Rd 2: Boxing continues, classy and sharp: elite vixens really setting a high standard for performance with their professional stances, crisp execution, quick hands and sound defences. Eliza having difficulty finding her range: Pressly fade-stepping back just a smidge, tracking Dushku with jabs, then countering with fluid rights and lefts in combination. Eliza repulsed time and again - forced to scamper back at times or risk really getting nailed. Jaime's eyes narrowed in concentration - she's featuring an exquisite, oily right cross off the shoulder, followed up by a biting hook to chase Dushku back - Eliza narrowly avoiding big hurt with her just-in-time retreats. Pressly's legs so springy, feet so educated: on the pounce, she drags her back (right foot) behind her, never crossing up her feet; on retreat, she drags the front (left) foot, always ready to shift-forward into her hook. Eliza nibbled and vexed - good head movement and footwork saving her, but she's outclassed as Pressly does the touching in the second.

Rd 3: Hard fought two-way round more akin to the first than the second. Eliza using feints to draw out Jaime's jab, then slipping inside Pressly's stick to attack the ribcage. Pressly too willing to swap it up on the inside: she COULD be disengaging and forcing terms on Eliza, but she's accepting Dushku in close and fighting Eliza's fight instead. Very close action regardless - nifty vixens shoulder to shoulder, bobbing and bumping, taking turns tearing combinations at each other. Eliza unashamed to clinch after she scores, utilizing a little punch-n'-clutch to keep Pressly's opportunities to bare minimum.

Rd 4: First back to back round for either girl as Eliza imposes her will, engaging only at close range or circling well outside for fresh angles. Pressly banging back and doing well in spots: she's catching Dushku a clipping little right uppercut on occasion inside; she's dipping her left shoulder and whip-cracking a tasty hook off Dushku's ribs. But the consistent work's being done by Eliza: she's slipping inside, hustling to breadbasket and ribs, smudging a little jug in there, then tying up, frustrating her wiry blonde foe. Jaime walked to ropes and pinned down over the final minute: first signs of one-sidedness as Pressly covers up peek-a-boo, letting Dushku punish away two-handed to the bell.

Rd 5: Starting to be a pattern - Eliza feinting, stepping away, luring Pressly forward, then slipping Jaime's range-attack to force battle chest to chest. Jaime grimacing - Dushku's been featuring to the body all night long and blonde's starting to notice. Minute mark - Pressly trying to step away after a snatching right/left across her waist: Eliza steps-with, leans into her first right hand of the night, clean to Jaime's chin. PRESSLY'S ROCKED! Jaime scattered wide-eyed to ropes: Dushku pounces recklessly for the first time tonight, but cashes in with a running right to jaw before Pressly can organize.Left uppercut punches in between Jaime's mitts, tossing blonde head back; quick right hand drop in to check that chin.

Headbutt Eliza as she crowds in rough, stacking Jaime in the ropes; sharp, tucking little hook bites into Jaime's liver, taking away her knees.

Right uppercut carves in between Jaime's mitts - exposing blonde guard as limp and weakening; Eliza sees the looseness, jerks another right uppy, and another to soften Jaime up the more.

Crowding tidy-up: Eliza just pushing in rough with her head, keeping elbows in, moving her hands to Jaime's body. Pressly open-mouthed, dismayed - arms reaching 'round Eliza's shoulders, but not tieing up as brunette starts to gobble blonde up.

Down the stretch - Dushku humming along - punching at near-frenzy, but she's under control - every punch setting up the next in machine-tooled fashion. Right uppercuts slicing between mitts, cleaning up chin. Left hooks clouting jaw when Pressly's face pops up. Left hooks tucking moist in behind right elbow or gouging at liver. Pressly's firm legs wide, trembling - butt in ropes as she droops forward. Tremendous softening barrage has Jaime swooning, taking a pasting, when Eliza dips her right shoulder and digs home a jagged right uppercut to sternum.

Down goes Pressly! Groaning, ashen-faced knockdown off the perfect body shot: Jaime hanging in mid air over her feet a moment, then slowly reaching for canvas, cringing on all fours before sitting back on her haunches. It's over: Pressly rocking back and forth, hugging her midsection, trying to suck in breath. KO5 to the body, Eliza Dushku.

After: Dushku fresh, grinning, upbeat: probably her most decisive performance ever against one of the finest physiques in all boxing. "Jaime's complacent," says a smug Eliza in postfight. "It happens to all of us - me, Dani, Jen, Kelly - we've all had to adjust and retool at times, and I think that's happening to Pressly now. I saw it against Rachel - Jaime just couldn't fight her fight and wasn't able to read the situation, and I perfected the Pressly-beating blueprint tonight. Pressly's game has been so good for so long that she's forgotten what to do when she's not dominating, and I gotta admit: I'm loving it