Posted by Simguy on 11/5/;2004, 6:46 am.

Before: Mischa back after a long hiatus to work on fundamentals—she’s a girl who’s high profile can get her fights she may not be ready for. “People want to see me fight,” shrugs Mischa, “and I felt I have to take advantage of that. I’m young, I’m not the first girl to learn her craft on the job—if I thought I was in any danger, I wouldn’t let anyone pressure me into taking the fights.” De La Garza champing at the bit—lovely brunette resentful as many are of Mischa’s blinding small-screen celebrity, feeling it’s more hype than substance. “I cut my teeth on Molly Sims,” Alana says by way of comparison, “Mischa struggles to compete with Katie Holmes—that right there tells you all you need to know. This girl still has her training wheels on, but people keeping talking about her as the ‘future of the FCBA’. All  know is, to get to the future, you’ve got to got through the present, and right now: I’m going to work this chick OUT.”

Mischa in white bikini, ring connections—Alan in electric blue bikini, strutting to ring instructions in bright orange fleece sweats and jacket (open to reveal hard abs).

During R1: Barton still robotic , stiff in her stance: dukes up, eyes wide-she’s tense. Alana scowling, walking to her right left hand low, right at her chest as she takes a look-see De L Garza stopping, changing directions, checking out Barton’s legs/reactions, jabbing to Mischa’s guard and midsection to establish distance. Minute mark, De La G lifts jab off her hip into Barton’s tits, paws it in there again, cuffs a swatting hook to the ear and leans into a jolting right with plenty of behind it—Mischa stumbles backward, keeping her mitts high as back hits the ropes, Alana glaring, goes all-in—thick right hand wide n’loud to the waist, stroking hook down there—DLG moving her torso side to side as she lugs home the wallop, Meesh panicky, too erect—she’s trying to poke out straight punches, accidentally throwing both hands at the same time in an awkward push—De La G hooking chin over top with sweeping motion, looking for more right hands, Slinging leather breaks Barton down—she starts to cry, turning sideways, hands at her face—Alana pounding away to wide open back, buttocks, tummy, snarling as she pours it on unopposed. Ref’s seen enough—Barton not competing—he steps in to save her from further rout, TKO1 Alana De La Garza.

After”: Not what money-guys want to see out of Barton—she came in an underdog, but didn’t show any heart whatsoever, basically lying down for a hungrier, harder-hearted De La Garza, Alana boisterous in her corner, mocking Barton’s whimpers and cringing posture, basking in the glow of total domination, delivering big time as the favourite in the contest.

Reposted by Archer 11/5/2004, 6:46 am.