Posted by simguy on 3/16/2007, 7:07 am

Thanks to FightFan for this repost

Before: "My career will be defined by what I do against Erica, Krista Allen, Ashley Scott, Tricia Helfer, Jenny O'Dell and the like," an ambitious Ali Larter relates at the podium. "You know - there's that whole little clutch of tall, strong, sexy lightweights who are the real deal - if I can dominate that group, I can control the division. Right now, I'd have to say Erica's the weak link - she's my way in. I know she probably disagrees with that - but let's face it: Erica's chinny." Durance instantly bristling at her opponent's harsh assessment: knows it's all about those damn Kaley Cuoco bouts. "Ali can think and say what she wants," Erica says defensively, "it's what she does in the ring that counts. Larter's a good fighter, but I didn't know she was a stupid one. I'm going to bring her up to speed about my chin and a few other things in this fight." Ali in purple stretch cotton two piece - scoop top with white lace trim, boy cut bottoms, white gloves. Erica in long blonde curls; baby blue stretch cotton two piece with scoop top, white lace trim and boy cut bottoms; white gloves.

During R1: ERICA GOES DOWN! Oh no - shades of Kaley Cuoco - Larter pouncing with an opportunistic one-two, bends in and gets ALL of Erica's chin with the first right hand thrown in the fight. Durance down heavily to her back - face stricken with pain and disappointment: legs writhing, she punches canvas in anger, fights her way up for a swaying 8. ON COMES LARTER! Ali hopping-to, greeting Erica at the ropes with a thumping right/left in the waist: Durance groaning forward, legs trembling as Larter braces her upright with the extended left forearm. Larter's going to work: lips curled back, arms thrashing - heavy shellack being applied to the problem of Erica's sleek flanks/flat tummy. Durance getting SHOOK, but grimly digging in - by the minute mark she's answering back to Larter's body - both beauties leaning forward, digging tidy amidships. Girls trade hooks up top, trade right hands: LARTER'S ROCKED! Ali blinking, stumbling back no her heels, hands at her waist - ERICA FETCHES ALI A BOOMING RIGHT CROSS! Head swivel Larter as she's backpedalling - LARTER GOES DOWN! Ali scooting to her backside - rickety as she rises - SHE takes groggy 8 as seething Durance paces all caged-tigress in neutral corner. ON COMES ERICA! Durance pouncing on shabby Ali at the ropes - payback barrage to trim waistline as Durance's mitts bounce hot off Larter's tummy. Clinch - Ali open mouthed, shiny-eyed - she walks Erica back to midring for the break. Both sets of legs SHABBY with damage - girls settling into a slow, clockwise shuffling rotation, dukes up, hurting frowns all around - larter salts away the points with jabs up the middle, punching back Erica's head crisp poke to the bell.

Break: hurried improvisation in both corners - both girls desperately hurt - plan A shot to hell by sheer punishment sustained - 'last woman standing' contingency plans immediately implemented.

R2: OH THE SLOGGING! Damaged vixens wade into each other on still-shaky stems - every punch threatening to end the fight. Erica hurts Ali in her body with a wide, right roundhouse. Larter pumping jabs, dropping right crosses up the middle, turning Erica's head. Boozy counterclockwise stagger as hurt adds up - girls missing dangerous punches wild, recovering awkwardly, trying to bring mitts back to mouths to reset. Sinewy-strong bodies leaning into thick right hands, or trying to pull hooks off the back (right) foot - both lasses fight off near knockdowns as concussive blasts land flush. Down the stretch, groggy trade in straight-ish rights and lefts sees Ali back ERica to ropes - more and more Larter punches finding the mark as Erica starts to freeze up, staring into punishment. LARTER'S SCORING HEAVILY! Erica stunned, drooping, face taking a pasting and DURANCE SWOONS TO CANVAS! Erica D sprawling face-down at Larter's feet - exhausted Ali lifting her mitts and STRUTTING away, breathing hard - she's absolutely crestfallen when Erica BEATS THE COUNT! Durance swaying shabby at the ropes, strong legs holding her up - bell undoubtedly saves HMK enforcer as Ali's wading grimly in to finish.

R3: Right hands shave chins, both girls back with crisp hooks and LARTER SHIPS CLOUT! Ali rung up, staggering back on her heels - she barely ducks Erica's crashing right hand - wrapping Durance up around the waist and trying to tie her up. Erica spinning Ali, throwing her sideways into ropes, then pouring in - right hands smash at Larter's left ear/shoulder as Ali cringes behind her mitts, sliding to her right. Erica baring her teeth, pounding away righty - she starts mixing in an evil left hook up underneath to compliment the down-chop of right hands and ALI'S HURT! Larter stunned, crippled in her body, taking ringing blasts to her skull - defences go limp as she sits sagging into ropes - OH, SHE'S TAKING PUNCHES! Erica's body majestic - all taut, muscles of her legs, back, shoulders, bicep and neck shredding into relief at the effort she's expending and THE REF STEPS IN! Larter defenceless, just suffering helplessly under Erica's brutal assault - Ali's cradled to safety as Durance stumbles away the TKO3 victrix.

After: Wild shoot out at the KO corral not what either lass intended coming in - both girls forced to put skills on hold as heart becomes the decisive factor. Durance down again in the first round, but strong-willed beauty too proud to stay down - she fights her way off the canvas to devastate her beautiful opponent tonight. "I can't believe she caught me," says a still-dazed Durance in postfight. "I went down and I thought 'oh no, not now, not again,' - you know? There was no way I was laying down for her - not after she called me the weak link - she practically predicted she'd stop me - I couldn't let her have that on me." Larter downcast in her corner, reliving the bout in her mind: she's convinced she let Erica off the hook tonight. "I had her," a haunted Ali insists in the aftermath. "She was down, she was out - but I was already spending my winnings when she got herself together. That won't happen again - I took my eye off the ball tonight, but I also learned everything I needed to know about Erica. I'll never lose to her again - that's a promise!"

Simguy

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