Posted by Simguy on 1/25/2008, 7:05 am.

Before: “I’m looking forward to it,”says always-upbeat Hilarie in prefight. “Missy’s one of the best athletes in the division—a young up-and-comer—but I’m good too, and I’ve got a lot more experience. I’ve seen holes in Missy’s game that I can exploit. I think it’s going to be a great classic boxing match, and I just don’t think Missy can win that kind of fight against me,” Peregrym equally confident coming in—good chance for her to bet against a quality blonde with Top 10 type skills. “I’ve fought bangers and bruisers,” Missy notes, “girls who can impose their will—but I haven’t seen too many girls who can impose their class on a fight. Hilarie’s that kind of girl—she’s really taken apart some good girls in the ring and I’m anxious to see how I stack up. I know she’s got a lot more pro-rounds, but they WERE against small-girl competition: up here in bantam. I don’t know that Hilarie’s going to be as effective.” Burton in black lace bra; black velvet boy cut bottoms; black boxing shoe (mid calf); white gloves. Missy in royal blue sports bra; matching boy cut bottoms with white belt; white aerobics shoes and socks; white gloves.

During R1: Same lanky stances—girls setting up at range, working behind jabs—right hands loose near mouths, elbows in, Pinging, elastic snap of jabs and right hands—supple tic-tocking or torsos as girls get off and recover from their punch delivery. Legs springy—both girls sliding the lead (left) foot in a bucket, pushing off the ball of the back (right) foot. Classy straight punching—girls economical with their feet, neither looking to run. Torsos turning, changing levels as girls move their heads are getting off rangy and supple, Very thoughtful smooth work-nobody rushing or scrambling—both atheletes very confident, Missy a little busier, a little more accurate—neither lass hurt.

R2: Burton driving in off that back foot—jab paving the way for straight, pulverizing rights,, really spanking back Missy’s head. Peregrym stepping out to regroup: eyes apprehensive. Burton patiently stalking, keeping the jab on Missy—blonde’s elastic, rangy punching really carrying lanky heft. Peregrym catches another spanking right in second minute—head jolted back, knees unhinging: she scampers away, loose in the leg and hurt. Hilarie a little too cautious on follow up, just walking Missy down rather than really pressing her. Final  minute, Burton finally pressing in behind her jab, but Missy’s got her bearings back, Brunette fighting hard off the apron—dipping side to side and slinging rangy power shots at Hilarie’s head and shoulders, backing Burton off and denying blonde shutout.

R3: Cagey stalking, circling—both girls mirroring each other’s rangy stances/sliding footwork. Both will throw a stiff jab, but also a slow range-finding jab—rotating torso afterward to mover the head. Both girls trying sneaky-quick right hands off the shoulder—nice piercing cut and thrust as girls from range. Middle minute—Missy slow-jabbing Hilarie, then torso-rotating in a supple crouch: Burton’s eyes wide as she’s trying to time Missy’s head movement. Slow jab Peregrym, then a BLISTERING right cross: SHATTERING spank kicks Hilarie’s face back—head bouncing off the lower rope—Missy jogging to neutral corner bright eyed, Burton propping on her elbows—right leg spasming—face bleak with KO’d despair and BURTON CAN’T GET OFF HRR BUTT! Hilarie awake, but numb—KO3 in sudden fashion, Missy P!

After: Peregrym leaping around, pumping her fist, getting hugged and twirling around by her cornermen: Hilarie’s slowly sat up and given a dose of salts to bring her around. Rifling, picture perfect right hand ends Hilarie’s night—Missy exposing blonde chin that may not be acclimated to the 120 pound class. “I just drilled her,” Missy blurts, obviously thrilled to have stopped Hilarie. “BANG—right up the middle, Her head was smoked back and her eyes rolled up and I just knew I’d stopped her when she went down. I timed her perfectly—I could see she was trying to line me up for own right hand, and I just triggered a split second before she could get off. I felt the punch down my spine and I knew I’d gotten all of it. She was lucky in a way—our plan called for me to go to her body in the middle rounds—she missed out on a world of hurt tonight!”

Reposted by Archer 4/1/10