UNIFIED WELTERWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by simguy on 5/14/2004, 6:54 am

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Before: "I was very disappointed when Sandra put Estella out," says Elizabeth in prefight. "To be honest, Bullock lacks the credentials to be facing me in a title shot - she's simply not the calibre of boxer that Warren is. But, Estella did lose, and there's no point wailing for what might have been. I shall dress Sandra up, rather badly I'm afraid, and move on to bigger and better things." Bullock happily ensconced as underdog - she knows she took care of Warren's business and she's looking to handle Hurley in similar fashion. "Beating Estella proved to me that I belong - I deserve my ranking and I deserve this shot no matter what Hurley thinks. To me, they're all the same: hothouse flowers. All I know is I'm going to give Liz everything I've got. If I fight hard all ten rounds - good things will happen." Liz in Union Jack motif bikini, matching boxing boots - Sandra in green bra style bikini, black elf-cut boxing boots, hair in messy battle bun.
During R1-4: Interesting negotiation phase between two wildly contrasting styles. Liz setting up at the ropes near her corner, barely budging from the spot - Sandra bulling in and chugging away with her usual two fisted drumming. Hurley loose, relaxed in the pocket, laying over on one side or the other, elbows in, hands at her face, bending and twisting - little subtle moves and angles on the inside to blunt Sandra's constant clubbing. Hurley placing the more accurate shots - fitting the left hand into Sandra's hard-working tummy, twisting to pull the clouting right hook tight across the teeth, clipping merciless little uppercuts to the point of Bullock's chin. Sandra just looking to get her face on Liz's chest and shoulder, beat that British body with both mitts, bash those arms, and keep the champ pinned down. All even after 4, but the fourth a particularly good round for busier Bullock - Liz doing a lot of breathless clinching, grimacing - eager Bullock body work prompts champ to make some adjustments going into the fifth.

R5: Liz off the ropes - still flat footed, still right in front of Sandra, but now fight's at midring, giving Liz a little more room to ply her trade. Hurley easing her right shoulder into Sandra, sliding off to the right, dipping down then leaning out - Bullock's connect percentage plummets as she tries to find elusive champ. Hurley SO cute with her tidy punches - right hand low, she'll turn into a thick left hand on the chops, slip low under a Bullock receipt, get the left hand square amidships, then arm-curl the left uppercut to the mouth. Pretty stuff, very discouraging for Bullock and down the stretch, Liz tunes her up. Liz gesturing with the left, just pushing it at Bullock to set up the right - then TORQUING the right hook across Sandra's startled teeth. Mouthpiece flies to the right - Sandra stunned - Liz gives her a supple right shoulder bump to ease her backwards, swings a sweeping left across the face, hops and gets another biting left hook on the eye - Bullock draped stunned on the ropes at the bell, busted up and leaking as Liz struts away.

R6: Liz breezy at midring, supple flat footed sliding, hands low as she trusts her anticipation and reflexes to keep her safe. Liz stepping right, dabbing right jabs at Sandra's swollen face, prodding with the decoy left, cranking that murderous right. The in-out slide with the shoulder, the greasy pivots, the intuitive head movement - Liz just applying polish to an increasingly bamboozled Bullock as Sandra's discouraged punching is reduced to tepid little rangefinding taps. Midway through, Liz setting her hips and RIPPING that nasty right hook across the belly, then swatting another tight right hook on the temple - Bullock put wobbly butt, nearly stumbles to a knee. Hurley not following up, still content to draw Sandra punches, make her miss, then take whatever's available. And EVERYTHING'S on sale!

R7: Liz spends and entire round punching Sandra on the nose - right jabs, straight left hands - just dipping and sliding to make Bullock miss, then shocking that pretty face with cruel leather. Bullock gushing from the nose - head rocking back at regular intervals as she pushes back desultory punches. Bullock not coming forward and imposing herself the way she had been - unable to really get after Liz - Sandra throwing wide to the flanks to avoid the shutout, but paying a fearful price to the sharpshooting champ.

R8: Liz takes the round off in deference to her aging legs - sets up stationary at the ropes, waves Sandra on in and lets Bullock spend up some money. Sandra knows she's being baited, but what choice does she have? Bullock setting up on Liz' right shoulder and POURING on a robust beating - bashing, clubbing lefts and rights wide up top, driving in to drum the midsection when she can get Hurley squared up. Liz purely defensive, gives away the round, but never gets touched on her chin - sneaky little turns and leans taking the sting out of Bullock's energy-expensive assault. At the bell - Bullock mouth breathing hard, chest heaving - Liz comparatively relaxed and ready to take advantage down the stretch.

R9: Liz at her slick, savage best. Sliding around Sandra, easing in with the shoulder, easing out to get that tearing right hook on the jaw. Midway through, Liz reads a big Bullock left - slips low to drive the lead left square to Sandra's midriff, then straightens to pull that shrieking hook across chops. Sandra late on her own right hand - gets the mouthpiece belted off her teeth and she's put wobbly butt in the worst way. Liz coming forward now, left hand at her chest, right dangling low - she strides in and PLOWS Bullocks the walking left to drape her ropeside. Sleak n' supple beat down applied - Liz goring Sandra to the gut with driving lefts, straightening and pulling out to clip the right hook, dropping the right to stamp in the straight left, sweep the wide looping left, curl home the left uppie on the chin. Sandra Bullock a battered mess at the ropes, out on her feet but refusing to go down - she's swaying in the wind at the bell. Hurley exuberant, helps herself to a chunk of slumping Bullock backside, sending the American back to her corner in stupor.

R10: Liz has it all locked up - she sets up at the ropes with a devilish grin, waving Sandra in for more. Give Bullock credit - she's been countered to death tonight, but she wades in and gives what she has left - clawing at Hurley's arms and flanks, pushing and palming Hurley's shoulders. Bullock at her best when she square Liz up, get her head on Liz' chest and drum that midsection with pump action lefts and rights - these sequences draw Hurley clinches quick. Liz content to lean and bend, elbows in, hands cupping her face - she's just making Sandra miss, occasionally stinging her to keep her honest. Hurley twists to her left to load up that screened left counter - Bullock swings a BEEFY right hand to pit of Liz' stomach, drawing a startled shout from the champ. Sandra bumping up and staying in there - another right hand in the gut - another - Liz looks to clinch but Sandra muscles her off, throwing back into the ropes. Liz off balance, tries to lay over on her right, rolling with Sandra's right hand, but Bullock's come-back hook squeaks past the guard! Liz suddenly slumping, limp, helpless, caught on the button and Bullock POURS herself at the champ. Flicking little left hands brush Liz sleepy face up off her mitts and a PLOWING RIGHT HAND bashes off the eye! Hurley in deep swoon, lips pursed, no longer reacting to punches - she's drifting forward as Sandra clips chin the hook, takes a half step back and drives a right hand home and LIZ GOES DOWN! Hurley collapsing to her face, body suddenly heavy and listless on the canvas - Good Lord - KO10 for the winner and NEW Welter Champeen - Sandra Bullock!!!!

After: Nobody more surprised than Sandra - she's whisked away and carried high on the shoulders of her delirious cornermen: Hurley being gentled onto her back and carefully brought around. Upset on a par with Knightley/Spears - most just didn't think Bullock had the seasoning to cash this opportunity in. "I never stopped believing in myself," gushes a teary-eyed Sandra in post fight. "I knew I punched hard enough, I knew I had more heart than Liz, but I was intimidated coming in - she's so good at what she does, I really didn't know what to expect. Thank God she ran out of gas at the end - guess all that body banging paid off after all!"



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