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16 April 2010 Tyra Banks vs Elizabeth Berkley

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Posted by simguy on 4/16/2010, 9:03 am,

BEFORE: "There's a lot of pressure on me to beat Tyra," Liz explains in prefight. "Far as I'm concerned, I've proven myself to be the equal of Bjorlin or Righetti - but that's not enough: my guys want scalps, pure and simple. She's bigger, but I'm by far the better technician. I WILL outbox Tyra and I WILL hang an L on her. Anything else is unacceptable!" Tyra upbeat after submitting Rachel Hunter in a special mudwrestling challenge on the Tyra Show...Banks eager to get back to punching. Broad-shouldered, deep chested Tyra's one of the hardest right hand punchers in the game, but low-volume work rate has her struggling to stop her opponents. "Look - all i need is one shot," Tyra says, holding up index finger for evidence. "One. Liz needs dozens to get me out of there. I will take those odds every time, and believe me: no way does Crazy Town finish this fight!" Liz in black velvet, bra-style bikini; long blonde hair top-knotted and loose down her back; black gloves. Tyra in neon green bikini; yellow gloves; straight long blonde locks loose.

During R1: Liz skittish - shifting clockwise around her jab - right hand near her mouth. Tyra being big: dukes up, blocking poke on her guard; turning on the spot, trying to step forward in spots. Liz moving the jab around - now in Tyra's tummy PAK! Now up up top. Liz occasionally extending on the odd straight right down into Tyra's paunch, or looking to spread those jugs. Rangy shutout, Liz Berkley: Tyra unhurt, but badly outworked.

R2: Tyra unpacks her jab - bouncing it off Liz's brows or mouth with bone-jarring force. Berkley in retreat, wide-eyed at the heft of Tyra's range-finder: Banks walking her down, talking to her throughout. Liz gambling on the odd shooting right, then tying up: punch-n'-clutch gobbling up time as ref is forced to break. Round to Tyra; she's the aggressor, walking reluctant Liz down behind that sledgehammer jab.

R3: Liz dropping one-twos up top - finally penetrates Tyra's guard, punching back her face with authority: Banks put wobbly butt - momentarily startled. Liz circling to her left - jabbing the body, jabbing the head: peppy one-twos continue to brace Tyra up top, keeping her defensive.

R4: Liz settling in. The jab is there - generally keeping Tyra defensive; exploring her tummy or popping loud off the guard. The straight right to head and body is there - Liz leaning in to drive it home, then tying up to smother receipts. Banks turning on the spot - not cutting off the ring: she's getting picked apart as smaller, but busier blonde's the boss. Down the stretch, booming straight right harpoons Tyra's tummy, bunching her up "UHH!" pair of saucy Berkley left hooks bats in behind TB's right elbow, buckling her knees. Bell: Liz snarls, buries an insurance right in Tyra's breasts; Diva tantrum ensues as Banks screeches at the ref to do something.

R5: BOOMING right hand - Tyra's first - greases chin and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Power of Tyra Banks: Liz blown to her back, picking her head up off canvas all blinking eyes and parted lips...gut-check time as Berkley struggles up off the canvas. Tyra stepping-to, besieging Liz at ropes: Berkley wide-eyed, obviously frightened at the prospect of Banks teeing off. Tyra batting at flanks - her arms shivering as she whacks away roundhouses; Tyra shoving Liz in her shoulders, bouncing her off ropes. Liz keeping guard up, sliding to her right along the strands: she's dipping and torso-rolling, then reaching in to clinch - tying Tyra up around the ribcage. Banks allowing the clinches, waiting for ref's breaks with her arms out to either side: typical Tyra letting Liz chew clock rather than really pouring it on big-girl.

R6: Liz punishes Tyra to the body: shooting straight rights to stomach; juicy, batting left hooks behind right elbow; carving, palm-down rights looping in behind left elbow with the elbow up high on delivery. Liz extending chickenwing left elbow to nudge Tyra while pivoting 'round Banks' right flank: blonde girl bangin' body, then getting out of Dodge before Banks can respond. Good stuff - Tyra connecting on a few random wallops, but by the final minute she's mouthbreathing/frowning cranky: she's feeling Liz to the body.

R7,8: Liz steadily outpunching Tyra now - 3 or 4 to one. Berkley pounding the jab off tummy/tits/prepared defences; dropping in spicy right hands; batting hooks to flank from planted left (lead) leg. Berkley shifting to her left - nothing fancy - just a steady step-and-pivot routine, keeping Banks' feet moving. Tyra scowling, pawing for Liz, trying to line her up for a fight-ending right hand: Berkley either clinching, or stepping around to throw Tyra's game off.

R9: Liz widens the punch gap - clearly outworking Tyra. Investment in the midsection paying dividends: Tyra's flat footed, jiggly-thighed...she's plodding with her hurt, grimacing and cringing as Liz piles up the score down there. One moment at the ropes sums it up for liz: Tyra leaning back against cables, hands at temples: Liz pops a series of one-twos against the guard, then goes LEFT/RIGHT, LEFT/RIGHT against the waist - really rippin' 'em in. Tyra stoops forward groaning: Liz picks up her tits a short-shrugging left uppercut, then smears 'em sideways via shearing right. 11 or 12 punches for Liz before Tyra even thinks about moving her hands in reprisal.

R10: Tyra grumpy, sullen: she's shuffling her feet, looking downcast...discouraged body language keeping Liz upbeat. Nothing fancy - blonde outside, roaming to her left, extending on punches...Berkley pounding into Tyra's midsection; refreshing those jugs, and staying on the move. Tyra turning, taking punches: Banks just not active enough or aggressive enough to take advantage of her size down the stretch. Bell: Liz packs an extra right hands in across Tyra's rack just because - winning a tired little bleat of supermodel protest. Comes back UD10 Liz Berkley.

After: No-nonsense big-girl boxing chops Tyra down to size: it's all Berkley after Tyra tied things up with the knockdown. "I made one mistake and she clipped me," Liz admits in postfight, "other than that I was perfect. Tyra's just a big punching bag once you tire her body and frustrate her spirit. When I got up from the knockdown - you could see how deflated she was: she really thought she'd finished me! I know: supermodels are so dumb, right? Like a bunch of pretty cinder-blocks."