Boxing After Dark

Posted by Simguy on 2/6/2003, 7:02 am.

Before: Two girls promoters would love to tempt into the ring more often--class acts outside the squared circle, intelligent and talented--it’s a rare coup to get them in with each other. Hudson Hollywood aristocracy, thoroughbred bloodlines--her mother, Goldie Hawn, one of the most underrated celeb fighters in history. Stiles an East Coat, hard nosed little worker in the ring--very vocal about Hudson’s silver spoon. Julia in navy METS team sports bra, navy high waist aerobics bottoms, white shoes--Kate in white sports bra, yellow high waist aerobics bottoms, white shoes, low ponytail.

During R1: Stiles carving into Hudson with a compact approach: she’ll chop down with ther side of her right hand, scour her left in behind Kate’s elbow and gradate to a swarming, clubbing series of rigid lefts and rights that has Hudson bent forward, covered up. Stiles just wading in, beating her girl down--Kate buffeted and rocked into retreat all around the ring. Down the stretch, hard, tight punching from Stiles has Kate broken down--twisting lefts and rights tagging ribs and temples blow out Hudson’s knees--she scatters to all fours as Stiles looks her over hard-eyed.

R2: Hudson hooking hard to Stiles’ ribs--Julia doesn’t like it. Stiles; hands at her temples--she’s all locked up--Kate taking advantage with cranking hooks against the right flank, Kate able to step left around her hook, position Julia with a tapping jab, then thump-hump to the gut, pushing off pretty to turn. Stiles avoiding the shutout late with some gutty toe to toe trading--she’s got Hudson bailing out on her heels from some bracing shots tits and chin.

R3: Stiles tracking Kate down with a flicking, scraping jab, stepping in to lash that tight midriff, then bludgeoning Hudson with that rigid, college cheerleader two fisted delivery, Stiles with her arms and shoulders tight, just twisting her torso to haul in jagged body shots and chin clouts, wading into the blonde and backing Hudson up under withering fire. Kate wobbled and hurt throughout the round, nevertheless mounts some gallant stands--bringing the crowd to its feet with rousing exchanges that force Stiles into the ropes, All Julia down the stretch as she’s got that abrupt, side to side groove--Hudson going glassy-eyed as her chin and belly get clocked by a heartless Julia stiles at the bell.

R4: Hudson woozy, face lumping up badly--she comes out game, but Julia won’t be denied. Scraping jab, that right hand side-fist hack, hooks in the waist, then non-stop torquing lefts and rights savage Kate’s midriff and face. Hudson battered back into the ropes on drowsy legs--guard faltering as she leans forward, extending her hands, taking ripping blows ff her mouth, ribcage, End of the first minute, a weary Hudson sinks to her knees under a barrage of Stiles punching, Julia pacing like a panther as Hudsie takes a valiant 8, Julia getting back on top and tidying up--she’s taking harsh hacks at Kates weeping midriff, sweeping unopposed lefts and rights that have Katie stooped forward, paralyzed. Julia lathering away, taking what she wants, sometimes extending to ropes the midsection, sometimes crowding in to curl tight punches in under the jaw of the broken blonde. Bell sounds, Kate still on her feet, but she’s a battered wreck. Hudson gives it up on her stool, no longer able to see past the swelling--TKO4 Julia Stiles.

After: Stiles all smiles--too hardhearted for her foe, basically going right at Hudson and breaking her down. Julia’s caught the bug--already in negotiations with Jordana Brewster for a B.A.D. date.

Reposted by Archer 1/29/13.