Unified Flyweight Title

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Posted by simguy on 10/21/2006, 9:25 am


Before: "I hate to admit this," Hilarie says in prefight, "but at 110, until you've held the belts against a HISC challenge, it's hard to call yourself the champ. Our strategy has never been to stickhandle around these girls: I want 'em all eventually, and I want to start with their best. The HISC reign of terror is over - now it's just a matter of reducing their pride, beating up their bodies, and making sure they know who's boss going forward." Danes hot for redemption, sporting longer-than-ever blonde locks at the dais and a confident, aristorcratic air. "Era's don't end overnight: my young opponent probably doesn't have much historical background informing her opinions. HISC built a frigging ROME at sub120 - that doesn't go away because a few nibblers got away with a couple of nuisance raids. Hilarie's a blip: I'm the trend. I'm taking back those belts and putting the world right again - boxing doesn't need irritating little tramps like Lohan and Burton strutting around with heavy gold straps hanging off their anexoric hips." Both girls ready for bed - silk camisols and tap pants for both: coppery-red for Claire, hair in a long, low, slick ponytail; Hilarie in metallic royal blue, soft blonde curls. Smallish gloves, both vixens - red for Claire, white for Hills.

During R1: Hot n' tasty trading midring - flat-footed, supple-torsoed vixens twisting, turning, looking to clip and tuck tidy. Claire: grazing right uppercut just misses; torso-twisting hook clouts Hilarie's ear; back into Hilly's stomach with a slinging right; Claire following through so she's crouching forward, right shoulder nudging Hilarie's ribs. Hilarie: pumping right/left/right - rangy, chugging delivery to Claire's midsection; pair of hooks up top - Hills pursing her lips, right hand at her chest as she claws these punches, just skidding across Claire's scalp. Back and forth, back and forth - Claire relaxed, tongue pink between her lips as she works her combos, twists and slips from her hips on up. Hilarie rangier, pushier, bossier, doing good work in Danes' body - gloves whispering off, thudding into silk. Judges like Hilarie as the harder working woman: in reality neither girl assumes control.

R2: More flat-footed, but slick trading - especially from Claire as she bends and rolls on her hips, moving her torso with her punching in a seamless flow of offence/defence. Scraping uppercuts, clouting hooks, tucking body shots, cute pivots - Danes working her magic through 2 minutes, touching Hilarie, bamboozling her. Final minute, robust pumping attack to Danes' midsection has her momentarily befuddled, stepping out to regroup: rangy Hilarie flings out a pair of backhand jabs to the lips, leans into a right-cross chaser and SENDS CLAIRE SCOOTING TO HER SILK-CLAD RUMP! Danes scowling, immediately pushing up off her startled backside: Hilarie smiling, batting mitts together and favouring Claire a taunting wink of supremacy. Claire in good shape, elects to go and get that knockdown back: she dukes-up, wades off the apron for HAMMER AND TONGS! Burton stepping back in good order, ringing rights and lefts off Claire's chin as Danes gambles and CLAIRE GOES DOWN! Absolute shock on Danes's face - eyes wide, mouth open as she spills to all fours - Hilarie squealing with delight, hands high, jumping away as rickety Claire beats the count, obviously disgusted with herself at the bell.

R3: Hilarie steps up the pace, gets after Claire: TE champ intent on breaking HISC vixen down. Claire sharpshooting - swatting hooks off her right foot as she leans away; bending forward at the waist while swinging her right leg to her left, executing sharp swivel-pivots clockwise. Hilarie swishing, spraying, missing early - but foot firmly on the gas pedal - by the minute mark she's ranging in, pounding her mitts off Claire's arms, torso. Midway through, ringing rights and lefts find Claire's chin again, bumping her up out of her crouch, sending her ropeside: Danes forward to show peek-a-boo, rotating her torso around against a bashing array of rights and lefts from scowling Hilarie. Danes hurt, but so crafty - Hilarie's landing surprisingly well, but unable to pile on as Claire bobs and rolls against the cables. Late silk-on-silk clinches see Danes bog the round down: she's grimacing from Hilarie's raw-boned body attack through 3.

R4: Similar to the second: Danes in complete tactical control of the ring - nipping, nibbling, tucking her shots in, swivelling around, staying close to Hilarie and vexing her. Down the stretch, digging flurry amidships forces Claire to give ground, loosening her up - Hills able to extend on rangy one-twos and wobble Claire's buttocks again. Late power stealing these rounds for Hilarie: Claire tummying up to clinch, legs buckling at the bell, face visibly concerned.

R5: Claire falling behind on the cards - forced to press the action: crowd the big benefactor as offensive-minded Danes engages Burton toe-to-toe. Classy, elegantly ferocious stuff here: both girls defensively sound, flat footed, working constantly to rake each other with pretty 3 punch combinations. Claire an absolute sorceress in close, somehow giving angles with her torso-twisting, level-changes, and distance changes as she shifts weight front foot to back. Chin=trimming hooks flow off Claire's right uppercuts - bodyblows rotate smoothly off the hooks - Danes getting exquisite touches on Hilarie this round. Burton more rigid through her upperbody - dukes up, she's more reliant on blocking than slipping - but SHE'S getting work done too. Hilarie trying for Claire's head, but always following up bombast amidships: young champion staying composed when she misses, making sure she works hard to follow up and get some. Down the stretch, Claire's sneaky right uppercut finally catches 75-85% of Hilarie's chin, startling her: follow-on hook a clapping beauty, buckling Burton's knees for the first time. Hills on her heels, wide-eyed and hurt: bell sounds as hungry Claire crouches forward all predator in the fifth.

R6: Classic Claire Danes round: medium to close range, constant smooth head movement, swivelling clockwise pivots around her lead left shoulder. Claire almost in a tai-chi type rhythm - unhurried, the intricate weaving of her torso setting up smooth, lathering punches. When Claire lands a right, she turns with it, pointing the right shoulder at Hilarie on follow through, ducking instinctively behind it. When Claire tucks home the left, she turns with THAT, again pointing the shoulder into Hilarie, swiveling around it. Burton unable to track Claire's head - it's waist high at times, sometimes so close it brushes silk, sometimes pulling back, up, and out. Hills turning, accepting Claire's touch - nothing Burton can do about it when sorcery's afoot. Shutout Claire Danes - and the smallest, prettiest smile in boxing as Claire struts to her corner, eyes downcast/demure. Burton blushing - before she even gets to the corner, she's going "I know, I KNOW!" not even making eye contact with Syren.

R7: Hilarie answers, and answers, with vigour. That heavy, rangy, backhanded jab buys Burton a little space for crashing right crosses - not always flush, but Claire's forced onto the defensive rather than risk the collision. Hilarie moving her hands, coming forward - chugging pump delivered in volleys to Claire's ribcage - locomotive lefts and rights just choo-chooing away down there, backing Danes to ropes. Holding and hitting? You bet - ingenue-champ shows a little veteran guile - crowding close as she cups her left hand around Claire's ear, holds Danes' head down and works her midsection with digging rights. Shifting weight, Hills works the other side of the plate: holding with her right, batting lefts against Claire's middle. Claire grimacing, getting banged up - she goes to clinches again - lithe bodies squirming chest to chest in silk as Burton wrestles her foe into ropes for breaks. Down the stretch, Hilarie's constant raw-boned pressure finally hits paydirt: ringing right hand blast takes Claire in the chin - Danes elbows-out, arms crosses as her head swivels, knees buckle. Claire keeps her feet, but she's desperately hurt - draping her arms around Hilarie's neck to make it to the bell.

R8: Claire answers, and answers, with vigour. Danes showing tremendous will and resilience - even when Hilarie connects hard as she did in the 7th, Claire's rolling-with, taking just enough off the punch to turn a triple into a double. This round an exact replay of the 6th: total air-supremacy from Claire as she whittles as Burton, touches her, clouts her, pretties her up. Danes beguiling Hilarie - freezing her with feints, then popping her straight in the mouth those cute hesitation straight right hands. Swivel-pivots around that dragging front (left) foot, sleek torso rotation and bobbing and the constant sound of Claire's mitts thumping into silk-sheathed ribs and tummy. Burton taking a good shot - Claire's not loading up here, just mesmerizing - but Hilarie often seems off balance none-the-less as Claire's timing and angles substitute for power.

R9: Hilarie scowling with concentration - moves her hands in spots, just looking to beat Claire in her chest and tummy with chugging work. Claire doing a nice job of denying the ol' Cat Bell - crowd/hold/hit strategy - Danes keeping her back off the ropes, keeping her girl turning and thinking midring. Hills' face starting to look a little puffy: Claire's leaving her mark there. HISC CORNER DURING THE BREAK: trainer kneeling in front of Danes - "Okay baby, you got this - you got her worrying about her tummy, you got her spooked with those straight rights - now I want you to give me a little chamois-action, okay? Just like this," brings his dukes up chest-high, knuckles towards Claire, just twitching his shoulders side to side in a pantomimed version of the ol' Claire Danes shoeshine. "You know? She's ready baby - give her some sugar." At the bell, guy's left hand pulls Claire's smoothly ponytailed head forward, gives her a kiss on the top of the skull, swats her on the butt to send her out for more Hilarie.

R10: Another frustrating round for the champ: down the stretch, girls have been fighting Claire Danes' fight. Claire comfy enough with Hills now that HISC vixen will cover up and roll with Burton's bodyshots inside, then counter immediately out of the crouch, scoring cleanly to Hilarie's face and backing her up. Hesitation rights landing off feints - so crowd-pleasing and eye-catching as Burton faces into them, eats them - blonde curls bouncing from the jolt. Claire's footwork always one step ahead - just a matter of inches between an awkward Burton swing and a connect: Danes judging distance, timing and angle exquisitely late in this fight. And yes, Claire puts the chamois to perky TE jug - edging in close, scrubbing the backs of her hands against silky rack - Burton's eyes betray her hurt and shame as Claire buffs 'em up. Bell: Claire punches Hilaries a forget-me-not late right hand in the mouth - drawing blazing indignation from the TE goodgirl. Danes turns abruptly away, adding insult to injury when her long, soft ponytail sweeps across Hilarie's face - prompting ref to jump in as Hilarie goes ballistic. 5 rounds a piece, but Hilarie's gaudy knockdowns hold up as the difference. Hilarie Burton retains her bantam titles.

After: Claire in a funk: classy veteran knows when she has a girl eating out of the palm of her hand, and she had Burton eating tonight. "I owned this chick over the second half," Claire complains, left hand on her hip, right hand gesturing vividly with an open palm. "She's a basic one-two boxer and I took her apart like cheap lego - anybody could see that! Why is it that the blindest, dumbest, dolts in the arena are always the judges? Hey? Why is that?" Burton shrugging heavy gold strap onto her shoulder, absolutely beaming - she struts to the HISC corner, climbs their ropes and holds a belt aloft, making infuriating eye contact with fighters and suits both, sending a bold, brash TE message in the process. Claire off to one side, rubbing her right finger under her nose and turning away in disgust at the sight.


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