(Unified Bantamweight Title)

Posted by Simguy on 10/28/2000, 11:55 am.

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Before: Yasmine's first defense of her first title in 3 years - it's good to be the queen. Shue getting the call as a crowd pleasing contender - Bleeth playing up the blonde's credentials in pre-fight, but privately calling Liz 'second rate' and clearly hoping for a cruise. Liz very strong at 119, compact pressure fighter who can get herself outboxed at times, Bleeth has to do more than show up to win. Yasmine in gold bikini, wet curls, Liz in black bikini, short blonde curls, showing off those nummy gymnast abs playfully at the weight in.
R1: Yas playing matador with her fists low, slipping side to side and trying to counter Shue to the head. Liz with fists at her temples, steps in and bangs body, jerking hard one twos to the breasts and belly then returning the mitts to the high guard as Bleeth dips and snipes upstairs. Midway through the round, Liz turns her shoulder into a clubbing right that jerks Yasmine a quarter turn to her right - Shue reloads and plows a straight right through the jawline to sit Bleeth down. Yas takes 8, can't shake off the blow and sags to the ropes to take her medicine - Shue squaring up for shove and slug to the bell.

R2: Shue walking Yasmine down, hunting body with every punch, getting her hips and legs in behind every cudgelling blow. Bleeth gritting her teeth, doesn't like the torso touches - looks to twist and slip away, then walk Shue into the hard right hand on the face. Hard punching competitive round, but Liz the clear aggressor as Bleeth just tries to blunt the blonde's attack.

R3: Yasmine a little finer in her judgement this round, rolling to her right to slip right hands, coming back hard with short right hands that drive into the blonde's midsection with a beefy smack, then tieing up and turning Shue before Liz can get off. Punching, grappling, pushing, walking Liz around - Yasmine nickels and dimes this round to get on the board.

R4: Grimly determined Liz Shue undettered by Yasmine's tactics, continues to steamroll in, keeping her dukes up, bobbing her head and jamming her fists into Bleeth's bronzed torso with aching regularity. Yas crumpling, cringing as Shue touches her up, and is forced to take a knee after a withering series of lefts and rights to the gut leave her trembling. Bleeth sucking it up, goes shoulder to shoulder and holds her own in a series of grinding exchanges, often stepping back and getting that little clipping hook into Shue's body as Liz tries to maintain body contact.

R5: Yasmine fighting desperate, but smart now, knows she can't outrun Liz and commits to guerrilla warfare at close range. Swaying forward to push her shoulder into Liz's belly, then swaying back and picking up the blonde with the hook - jumping in with the short lead right and clinching immediately thereafter - tieing Shue up and walking her around - shoe-shining the blonde's muscular tummy - Bleeth once again bamboozles her way to points - Shue unhurt, but a step behind this round.

R6: Liz gets back on top and smothers Yas, beating the arms and shoulders of the brunette until Bleeth grimaces, lolls back against the ropes in trouble. Liz just trying to put her forehead under Yasmine's chin and dig gut, chugging constantly with her arms, fighting through the clinches and muscling Bleeth back anytime she tries to get off the ropes. Bleeth forced to slug and it's no contest - Shue beats her handily as the two trade body blows at the bell.

R7: Yasmine able pick Liz up with a jab on the way in, nip her with the right uppercut, then clinch, turn - it's boiling down to Liz's will against Bleeth's guile. Bleeth constantly bending at the waist - many of Liz's punches whistle over top or glance against the shoulders - but Shue keeps up the steady torrent, happy to bash biceps or shoulders when no other targets are available. Bleeth scoops the points, but she's getting brutalized - Liz just not getting hurt enough as the rounds progress, comes out fresh every time.

R8: Bleeth showing signs of fatigue, reaches lazily to clinch - Liz meets her with a crashing short right hand, all body behind the punch and DOWN GOES YAS! Yas sitting sadly on her butt, wiping a glove across her mouth and getting gingerly to her feet, sinks to the ropes and digs in for the final two minutes. Shue piling on, getting her left shoulder and elbow into Yas to heave her back, then plundering the golden waist of her foe as Bleeth buckles forward. Liz shaking off Bleeth's swatting counter punches - Shue in machine mode sends Bleeth back to her corner broken down and hurting.

R9: Liz starting to bully Yasmine now as the brunette's reserves have been sapped by the constant pressure. Shue bodying up, walking Yas to the ropes, pumping her fists through the clinch and just clubbing up on Bleeth as she bends forward, covers up. Liz working up and down both sides of Yasmine with patient, thudding strokes, sinking her fists in behind the elbows, shoving the champ back to add on more punishment. At the bell, Bleeth is clearly wrecked, unable to initially get her butt off the ropes as a glistening Liz Shue flashes that crooked grin.

R10: Girls fall in together, Yas clinching again, and once again Liz bangs that short right hand to the chin - fist barely leaving Shue's shoulder as she gets her body behind the blow - Bleeth sitting down heavily and looking glassy eyed, battered. Somehow Yasmine Bleeth beats the count, but she is a wrecked beauty and has no answers as Shue bodies up, bullies her to the corner and squares away for a punishing, no nonsense beat down. Liz sending a message, just dropping short, straight lefts and rights from her shoulders, bludgeoning past Yasmine's weak guard and pounding her out on her feet. Liz flapjacking those famous boobs with Yas helpless to defend herself - Round ends with a happy, smiling blonde soaking up the last vestiges of a battered brunette's pride. UD10 for the winner and NEW bantam champ - LIZ SHUE!

After: Thrilling moment for Shue, sees her rise to the top, breaking Yasmine's heart in her first and last title defence. This was classic Liz Shue, breaking her girl's arms and legs down, then killing the body with merciless repetition - Bleeth finishing this fight a hollowed out shell of the golden champion who had first stepped through the ropes.



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