Posted by simguy on 8/4/2006, 6:38 am

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)


Before: "I've waited a long time for this," a steely-eyed Eliza D tells press in prefight. "Kelly embarrassed me last time out, and I underestimated her, no question. She's got a little pop on the right side, but nothing I haven't handled before - I know what to expect from her and it's going to be a completely different fight. Truth is, I'm going to hurt Kelly - I've got that 'feeling' I get in camp sometimes when I'm really dialed in and focused. I'm definitely gonna bring this girl to justice." Packard also motivated by deep-seated feelings of revenge - Kelly hot at all things HISC, starting her retribution right at the top. "When I knocked Dushku out last time," Kelly analyzes, "it really demoralized HISC as a whole - you could just see all the hot air hissing out of the balloon when I finished up on her. I want to do that again, only this time I'll follow up. With Eliza down, collecting the rest of these tramps will be child's play. And I MEAN to collect!" Eliza in red leather bikini, low ponytail, small black gloves. Kelly yummy-bodied at bantam - sporty lavender bikini, small white gloves, slick low ponytail.

During R1: Kelly jabbing, bending at the waist, changing level as Eliza looks things over first minute. Second minute, Dushku hooking off the jab sneaks a beaut 'round Kelly's right mitt, biting 100% chin: Packard sent reeling backwards, badly disorganized by the sneaky shot. Eliza hopping-to, hungry for body: thick, ripping rights and lefts - Dushku snapping her mitts off meat like it's hot - Kelly grimacing, hurting, but tieing up for ref's breaks. Rest of the way is Packard sliding along ropes to her right - Dushku stalking, shadowing the course, prodding the lead right to stabilize Kelly at the chest, then looking to rip follow-up hooks. Bell: Eliza's dark eyes seeking out Kelly's blue - brunette imposing her will physically, psychologically in the first.

R2: One-two Kelly to Eliza - Dushku rapped on her mouth, straightens onto her back (right) foot, gloves panicky at her face. Kelly quick-steps right, pivoting 'round Eliza's left flank: ripping right cross slams past Dushku's left wrist. Kelly pot-committed - left hand dangling as she leans into a series of jolting right hands, clanging away ear/jaw on Dushku and ELIZA FLOPS TO ALL FOURS! Dushku wide-eyed, groggy and bludgeoned, nearly tilting forward onto her face on her first attempt to stand - she rights herself at the ropes SHABBY. Dushku still shaking her head to clear it when Packard pounces: lightning flurry to the breadbasket shows blonde's got sauce to the body as well. Kelly wisely backing off, keeping her jab on Dushku, coaxing brunette back to midring - Packard set up to box with Eliza's legs still a little tingly. Easy, breezy blonde boxing - Kelly stepping left around an educated left jab, dotting Dushku the occasional straight right off the front (left) foot - keeping Eliza at the end of punches. Nothing back from Dushku - she's purely defensive, getting herself together behind a firm blocking guard, happy to give up the shutout in exchange for chin-protection.

R3: Dushku regains initiative behind her jab, hooking sneakily and very effectively off the poke to startle Kelly. Packard using her legs, stepping back, then circling, glaring at Dushku over either shoulder, depending upon the direction of her rotation. First two minutes all patient Dushku pressure - she's walking Kelly down, stepping in off the jab to dig thumping right/lefts to slender blonde ribs - Packard just trying to keep her back off the ropes and deny Dushku extended sequences. Down the stretch, Kelly jabs-with, gets the better of things as Eliza's tapped in the mouth - blonde follows up with a SEARING right cross and DUSHKU'S ROCKED AGAIN! Eliza stepping in fence post holes, hands up at her temples - Dushku KNOWS more right hands are coming, manages to block them as she's staggering sideways to ropes. Packard pinning her ears back, risks a lengthy toe-to-toe lather - small mitts batting at and bouncing off Eliza's torso and skull as brunette bends at the waist, rotates her torso Claire Danes style to ride it out. Bell: Kelly chests up, breathing hot in Eliza's face - Packard one blonde who's not intimidated by Sheriff's fearsome rep.

R4: Dushku shakes it off - Eliza getting caught those right hands early, but handling them well - she's proving to be the big-girl in the fight tonight. Constant smart pressure from Dushku - jabbing to head and body; starting the jab only to hook off it; straight right hands parting Kelly's breasts, shaking slender blonde torso. Eliza walking Kelly down, cutting off the ring, but always leaving one angle of escape that Packard can take...leading directly to corners. Brilliant ring generalship allows Dushku to enjoy Kelly's ribcage as Packard's covering up on turnbuckles - Eliza edging in with her shoulder, fighting off Kelly's chest and putting mitts on meat in thumping fashion. Shutout Eliza D - girls taking turns tormenting each other through 4.

R5: Same as the fourth, but Eliza able to set down more, work for longer stretches right on top of Kelly - Packard wearing down under the relentless brunette body attack. Dushku showing a little Mishy look - pushing her head in between Kelly's mitts, grinding at Packard's face; pushing at Kelly's biceps or pulling down on her hands, the better to bludgeon her face, breasts and ribs. Shoulder bumps jostling Kelly, setting up hooks and blunt right hands - Eliza pressing Kelly to ropes, fighting off blonde chest and just tidying up. Packard glum, grimacing, tieing up head-and-arm on Eliza for breathless breaks. Kelly put wobbly butt this round, mouth open, brow furrowed in a hurting frown as she just can't keep Dushku off her.

R6: All even after 5, but Kelly's legs seem shot, she's mouthbreathing, and she's shying away from Dushku: Eliza sees the hurt, presses the pace. Dushku taking risks - jumping in with hooks and lead right hands - even when blocked, the sudden attacks tend to scatter Kelly, disorganizing the blonde. Packard setting herself and timing Eliza for right hands - but not a lot left on those shots - Dushku's thudding body work robbing the blonde of vigour, allowing Eliza to walk through the punches now. Kelly powerless to keep her back off the ropes: she covers up earmuff, stooping forward in shock as Dushku squares away to plunder.

Oh, the beatdown.

Eliza at her most rigorous, heartless and vindictive. She's palm-pushing Kelly in her shoulders to stabilize her, then tucking coldblooded right hands into painwracked blonde belly. She's dipping left, digging left hooks in behind Kelly's right elbow. She's arching her back, gouging cruel left uppercuts off the front foot into Kelly's sternum as blonde droops forward, gasping. And she's taking kidney - harvesting Kelly's lower back with marauding hammer-fist rights and lefts in flagrant disregard for the Geneva convention. It's all too much - Kelly buffetted and battered, growing sluggish and dim - she finally swoons to all fours, mouthpiece fluttering off her teeth to lie grimy on the canvas and that's it. KO6 in spiteful fashion - poor trembling Kelly can't get off her haunches.

After: Cue HISCelebration. Clapping Claire and Alison hug and congratulate their bantamweight, then all three help Kelly to her feet and walk her into the HISC corner. Packard starting to snivel, trying to push her way out of the three-pronged press - but she's eventually jammed ass-backwards into the turnbuckles, her right leg helpfully propped in the middle strand by a grinning Alison Hannigan. Eliza's first to mount the ropes, undoing Kelly's ponytail and fluffing up the sweaty-soft blonde mane, then taking a firm left-fistful of the stuff while pointing 'number 1' high above. Kelly just sick about it, turning her head to the side, away from Eliza's oppressive stomach - and it goes on and on. Hannigan mounts up, holding Kelly's wrists above her head in surrender - redhead just grinning out into the crowd, nodding aggressively. Danes takes a turn, revelling in her rival's distress. Fellow small-girl fighters grim-faced in the audience: Wolfpack is back and it's out of control once again. When HISC girls are done, they link up arm-around-necks/waists to form a grinning chorus line in front of Kelly, laughing and mocking as Packard's frame shudders with outraged tears, leg still hung up and usless in the ropes.



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