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Posted by Simguy on 12/2/2000, 10:12 am.

Before: Vintage Doherty in prefight: “Six weeks ago, I enrolled Jessica in the ‘School of Hard Knocks’ (shiteating grin), “This time—she graduates!” During Alba’s rebuttal—a maitre d’ comes out of nowhere to serve Jessica a “last meal”—ham and eggs, of course. Alba seeing stars hours before a single punch is thrown. Last time out, Doherty roughed the kid up, took away Jessica’s natural advantages and had Alba too hurt to rally through much of the fight. Alba needs to find a way to fight her fight, makes her legs a factor—Shannen can be left behind if Jessi establishes early. Doherty in her FHM lingerie (leopard motif, crop top with short sleeves, panties, Alba in tight black turtle neck crop top, short sleeves, black sprinters trunks. Small workout gloves for both girls.

During R1: Doherty climbing on top early—clinching and hugging Jessica around the ribs—girls writhing as they tumble to the ropes where Shannen gets in some cheap licks. Shooting her right hand straight down, Doherty barks an elbow against Jessica’s sternum, putting hurt on the youngsters face, and falling in with her body to shield the work from the ref. Slipping her left hand into the front of Jessica’s trunks, Shannen able to indulge in a little tug-and-slug—Bending down and to the right as Alba flail miserably off balance, then slinging back in with gigantic right hands to the face—Alba can’t go far as Doherty tugs and pulls her around. Ref finally breaks up this nonsense, but Shannen’s already got Jessica hurting, frustrated and angry. Girls brawl to the bell much to Doherty’s advantage—she calmly blocks high and counters right to turn Alba’s head at the bell.

R2: Jessica wading in for more—she’s succumbed to the dark side and just wants pay back. Even handed trading through much of the stanza as Alba puts sharp combinations onto Doherty’s face and jugs—Shannen still bending at the waist, using the left to block or swipe at Alba’s guard, then piling in with sweeping right hands. Down the stretch, Doherty with Alba near the ropes, sweeps Jessica’s right hand down and away by the wrist and bends into the same heartless overhand right against the torso that did so much damage last time. Alba shellshocked as Doherty steps and beats her like a kettle drum—Jessi stumbling sideways, breaks down badly at the bell—sent vibrating to her corner by a smiling Shannen D.

R3: Jessica using the jab a little more this round, has Shannen at arms length early, but Doherty still effective with Alba right in front of her. D using a sweeping left to pull down Alba’s defenses, then slinging in over the top with right hands—Jessica lumping up as she is beaten into a grim retreat all around the ring.

R4: Jessica storming back, lures Shannen forward and turns on a cranking left hook to the chin, putting her shoulder behind and DOHERTY IS HURT! Champ suddenly glassy eyed, staggering to left as Alba hops in, pumps the jab, straight right hand to chase Doherty to the ropes, Nice sequence for Jessica as she shows her blistering hand speed—polishing up Shannen’s hips and cheeks with curling lefts and rights. Doherty able to clinch, turn and dig at the gut while holding Alba in the final minute00at the bell, Shannen pokes a blatant thumb into Jessica’s eye—Alba crying out and holding her gave as the ref gives Doherty a stern talking to.

R5: Shannen clinching and dragging Jessica into the swamp—first minute sees ugly fouls from the champ as she slips a thumb into the back of Jessica’s trunks, holding her close for stuffing right hands south of he border, or barking little elbows as Doherty just drops he right hand seemingly to her side, Middle minute more free flowing—Jessica shiny-faced and a little groggy, tries to open up the canvas—Doherty walking her down, hands at her stomach, just striding into looping right hands as Alba wilts, Down the stretch, Alba abruptly changes direction, rocking forward, dipping in and down, behind a short right hand on the chin that beats Doherty’s looper and Doherty’s legs lock up as she misses over the top. Alba suddenly opening up, twists into the sharp left hook, catching Shannen on the eye with the side of the fists, then ducking back down into another slinging right hand on the face—DOHERTY GOES DOWN! Shannen badly stunned, propped on her elbows, manages to beat the count, but she is helpless at the bell. Alba chesting up on the stupefied champion, trying to make eye contact as the ref intercedes.

R6: Doherty a little gunshy, right eye swelling badly—she’s tentative in pursuit—Alba to bang away with that sweet jab from well outside, dip left or right to keep Doherty circling and not punching. Solid punching from Jessica as she picks Doherty apart this round, and nice potshotting straight right hands to the right breast send a message that it’s personal, and Alba can touch any part of Shannen she wants to.

R7: Shannen trying to hold and hit, but Alba won’t have it—Jessi wheeling away with ease, opening up the ring at will, slashing in to let her hands go, then pivoting away at an angle so Doherty has no play. Alba not setting down on her punches, but she’s controlling the champ with superior movement and snappy rhythm, Jessica articulating her punches beautifully, turning the hook into Shannen’s pale belly, jerking the right cross against the brunette’s teeth and jabbing artfully to take a lead into the championship.

R8: Shannen once again using that left hand to pave this way, sweeping Jessica’s right hand out to the side, pitching into the torso with lusty rights, and Alba all of a sudden stands flat footed once again. Doherty bouncing punches off the chest and solar plexus, backs Alba to the ropes and it’s brutal work from the champ. Palming the left into Jessica’s shoulder, Shannen is able to bang heavy right hands repeatedly against the challenger’s pretty face—Alba going wobbly butt, lips parted as her hands drop—this is just one girl standing another up and beating her senseless. Down the stretch, Doherty slips her left hand into the front of Alba’s trunks, pulls her off the ropes and dives into a series of crashing right hands that leave Alba numb at the bell. Shannen with control of  Jessica’s trunks, pushes her left shoulder into the challenger and stuffs her into a corner at the bell, holding her there until the ref pries them apart.

R9: Where’s the ref? Shannen with that left hand gripping trunks has counter puncher’s holiday—Alba getting tugged off balance, swiping pathetic arm punches as Doherty leans away, then getting cracked as Shannen bends back in with those slinging right hands. Doherty able to push Alba back with her left shoulder, step out with that hand anchoring the opponent by her waistbands, then plow back in as Alba eats, and eats, and eats. Tugged and battered this round—Jessica is all sleepy and exhausted at the bell—Doherty lifting her mitts, struts to her corner as Alba staggers dreamily to hers.

R10: Young legs shot late—just as Shannen intended, Jessica unable to shake off  the punishment, can’t uptempo and Doherty fights an almost casual tenth largely within the rules. Shannen jamming her jab into the sternum, twists into that whip-armed right across the teeth—Alba fielding punches now that she doesn’t even seem to feel—head lolling slightly, hands low as she pushes back punches that Doherty ignores. Easy beat down to the bell—Doherty carrying Alba and piling on just that extra minute or two of abuse. At the bell—Doherty with her mitts in the air and a weary smile knows she’s done it: UD10 for the winner and STILL flyweight, Shannen Doherty.

After: Doherty’s not done—looking punished and worked upon herself, a smiling champion takes a battered challenger around the ring for a walk of shame—right arm around Alba’s sexy waist—and a little icing on the cake for Doherty as tears push down Alba’s swollen cheeks. Coming off the canvas to get it done late, this has to rank as one of Shannen’s greatest triumphs—putting her foot on the up and comer’s throat with back to back wins. Alba getting some things done in this fight, but once again getting lured into the trenches—it’s no contest for Doherty’s meanspirited savvy.

Reposted by Archer 2/2/10.