Posted by simguy on 12/9/2005, 6:52 am

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)


Before: Dushku caught by paparrazzi partying, staying up way past curfew, taking smoke-breaks during camp: Sherrif apparently assigning Sophia something like a 'fuschia' threat level coming in. "Hey, she's one of those rugged little WB starlets," Dushku mouths at the dais, tongue in cheek. "She's going to give me hard rounds - I'm going to have to buckle...oh what am I saying. I can't go through with this - listen: I'd love to sell this fight, I really would, but we all know I'm gonna massacre this chick. Refs: please pay attention - don't let Sophia take more than she needs to, ok?" Bush non-plussed, but can't afford to ignore Eliza's derision. "Hey, I'm in with one of the best," Sophia acknowledges. "Having said that, Eliza's just a girl - two arms, two legs, just like me. I'm going to give her everything I've got and hope to catch her napping!" Eliza in red leather bikini, Sophia in black bikini (recently showcased on OTH.)

During R1: Dushku jab-jabbing early, sorting Sophia out - Sherrif keeping right under her chin, left low, just sprucing Bush up. Bush tense, dukes at temples, face scowling with concentration - she's determined to come forward, dropping punches out of her gaurd with hammer-chop motions, bringing her mitts back quick to her brows. Bush much busier, more committed - she outworks Dushku and manouevers her to ropes. Eliza swatting and parrying at punches, bending at the waist, rolling punches - she's listlessly defending the pocket, accepting Bush's clubbing flurries at the bell.

R2: Similar round - Dushku willing to work in the first minute, then getting coaxed to ropes, then simply covering up and defending as Bush gets off. Sophia effervescent, slugging her little heart out, punching away on Dushku's waist and flanks when the head's not readily available. Eliza calm, relaxed - but maybe too relaxed: needless punishment adding up on her chassis when a little offence would discourage Sophia's brazen work.

R3: Dushku arrives at the fight, totally dictates the third. Hard, piercing jabs punch through the Bush guard, dotting her between the eyes. Eliza stepping sharply clockwise, hooking off her jab - nice biting stroke as she catches Sophia in the mouth. Right hands tossed at Sophia's face are blocked, but it's the left hook in the body Eliza wants: she takes Sophia hard in the liver, sending shivers through ingenue frame. Bush's heart tested this round - she's hurt a body shot, knees buckling, but she toughs it out. Dushku back to her corner all smiles - kidding with her troops as Bush gets emergency repairs.

R4: Sophia catches Eliza an early right hand over a lazy Dushku jab - while Eliza's dealing with it, Sophia mops up a repeat right and a workmanlike left. Dushku frowning, sternly chin-punched - she's backing up and takes another blunt right on her brow, and a right behind the ear as she hits the ropes. Dushku crossing her arms, bending low, rotating her torso - Bush SCOURING away, eyes blazing - little WB'r hustling mitts onto meat, not caring where the punches land. Seconds turn into minutes - Dushku just rolling, warding off shots, but not answering back - relentless Bush body punching seems to have Sherrif cringing. DUSHKU CLINCHES! Eliza exhaling hard through pursed lips, brows knit in pain: she's hurt downstairs and gloms on for ref's break. Sophia champing at the bit! She's pushed back by the official, but she's right back on, stepping-to Eliza and swinging a fat right hand in under Sherrif's elbows. FULL ON BEAT-DOWN! Sophia opening up and DOUSING Eliza - pushing Dushku's shoulders up, then digging away short pumping rights and lefts to solar plexus. Eliza sullen, cranky - reaching for Sophia's squirming body, or tieing up behind her elbows - Bush pounds away bell to bell and posts 10-8 without a knockdown over a sluggish Eliza D in the fourth!

R5: Body language: Dushku slumped, wincing at finger-probes of her ribcage during the break; Bush upbeat, taking on water, eyes bright and focused as trainer tries to keep her focused. Translates to more Bush-on-Dushku action at the ropes - Eliza lounging, right at her cheek, left across her gut, shoulder-rolling head shots, bending at the waist and rotating her torso - she's sound enough defensively, but it's punching she needs to do. Bush able to pin ears back and go at Eliza, pelting her hips, arms, shoulders when skull, chin, jugs and tummy aren't available. Speaking of jug - Bush getting on up there with little chugging bursts, really bumping Eliza around - Dushku clinching often enough to draw warnings from the ref for holding. Real concern in the Dushku corner during the break: if it's some kind of joke, trainer's not laughing.

R6: Dushku turns it on and Bush can't compete. Hard, discouraging jab determining range, pace, geometry. Dushku rotating to her left, hooking spicy off the stick, head and body. Shoulder feints set up lead right hands bingo off the mouth - Dushku startling Bush with the punch, backing her up. A little in-out footwork to change up distance and Bush is shutout - easily outclassed as Sherrif focuses, puts the work in.

R7: Committed punching from Dushku - she spends a minute boxing rings around Bush, then jabs her to ropes and tucks in hard. Thick, digging body shots - Eliza shoving home rights and lefts under and around Bush's protective elbows - Sophia groaning, stooping forward and giving away her back on the cheep to an opportunistic veteran. Dushku busy, but not wasteful - she's placing her shots, pushing up on Sophia to jostle and punishing her severely - now Bush is issuing the clinches, breathing hard through her mouth, frowing in complaint as Eliza presses her into ropes for breaks. Eliza all business back to her corner: eyes hard, pitiless.

R8: Sherrif continues her merciless assault, attacking Bush relentlessly all along the apron. Poor Sophia sliding to her right along ropes, dukes at temples, teeth clenched - OH, the beating her little body's taking. Eliza rhythmic - twisting her hips as she strokes rights and lefts against Sophia's ribs - Dushku's arms shivering upon blistering contact. Dushku with such a nice, compact clipping action on her hook when she wants up the middle - she's taking Bush in the chest or chin, just biting the shot in and shaking Sophia up. Sensational work upstairs and down ringing Bush up - she's stupid with punishment, no longer clinching, just tilting forward behind her mitts and sopping up what Eliza's laying down.

R9: More Eliza, tyrant Eliza: the promised massacre has arrived. Bush visibly wilting, breaking down badly at the ropes: guard no longer holding firm as Dushku punches her way past the mitts, lumping up the cheekbones and jaw. Hook-hooks landing thick behind the elbow, drawing boozy gasps and whimpers of complaint - Dushku's lips pressed tight in satisfaction as she cripples her young foe. Job of work at times for Eliza to reach under Sophia's arms, prop her in the ropes and get back into that body: Bush no longer processing, making throaty little glug-glug noises as she sits in the ropes, taking. On and on and on and FINALLY, poor Sophia droops to all fours, panting, head bowed - ref bodies Eliza back and she is LIVID - tearing into the man for not stopping this thing. BUSH BEATS THE COUNT! Sophia reeling, eyelashes fluttering: she digs in chin tucked, elbows in, hands at temples as Dushku marches on the dregs. Big batting right hands in the waist - E getting them while palming gently with her left hand, then shifting her stance to get identical batting lefts. Muscular push to prop up drooping victim, then jug taken. Muscular push to prop up, then more waist work. Dushku taking what she wants, then bracing Sophia upright with a left in the chest and demanding the ref come take a look - FINALLY the guy waves this thing off, cradling Bush to safety. TKO9, Eliza Dushku.

After: Dushku badly underestimating her girl in the first half, has HISC money men apoplectic early, but Sherrif buckles down to reduce Bush to rubble when it counts. "The kid's got more fight than I thought she had," Dushku admits. "She got to me, so I had to make her pay, but really: enough's enough. I could have ended Sophia's career tonight, and that would have been a waste when she can still give someone like Mishy a hell of a tussle!" Bush somnamulent, badly beaten on her stool: classic Welcome-To-The-FCBA drubbing for a spirited young brunette tonight.

Sim guy

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