THE COALITION VS THE WOLFPACK III

UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE

Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 10/30/2004, 10:18 am.

Before: Britney knows what it’s like to own a rivalry—just ask Carmen Electra or Jessica Alba: Spears/Dushku is the flipside of that coin for Britney. “I know exactly what it feels like,” Spears tells reporters with a rueful smile. “You know you’re as good as she is, you know she’s just a jealous hater who loves to tear you down, but you just can’t quite figure her out in the ring. I don’t know why Eliza beats me—I really don’t. All I can do is train my hardest, fight my hardest on the night and forget about what’s happened in the past.” Dushku reminded that the last time she dropped a decision to Britney was in a similar stable-war scenario—Eliza dismisses the comparison. “That was totally different. The rest of my girls had already puked up the lead—there was nothing to fight for. Management made it non-title, which wound up hurting me because I couldn’t get motivated. She put her hands on me a little bit that night—nothing special—and sympathetic judges gave her a charity win. My belts’re on the line this time and let me tell you some things you will never see in the FCBA: Katie Holmes beating anyone under 60 years of age; Charlize Theron getting a Christmas card from Mandalay Bay ringcard  girls, and Britney Spears lifting the title off Eliza Dushku. Hey, Britney,” Eliza turns her attention across the dais to her opponent. “Britney! You ever seen ‘Deliverance’? You know that scene with Ned Beatty squealing like a pig? I totally think of that scene every time we fight—I should make you squeal afterwards—whaddya think?” That’s it for Britney—disgusted, she walks out on the conference—Eliza screeching “WEEEE! WEEEE!” into the mic. Britney in black leathers (hot pants and top), Eliza in red bikini, low ponytail.

During R1: Butterflies for Britney—she’s a little rigs, too upright, reactive as Eliza sets a brisk tempo, Dushku jabbing to chest, right hand at her temple, twisting into hooks, chopping right hands, then finishing up left hands to paunch downstairs. Britney in a similar stance, sliding back, not wanting to let her hands go—good shuffling footwork, then occasional jab, and a nice hook on Eliza’s hip prevent a shutout—bit it’s busy, confident Dushku taking points.

R2: Eliza’s seen enough—she pushes the pace on Britney. Dushku edging in off her jab, sets up left shoulder in Spears’ chest, digging at Britney’s million dollar gut, swatting those plump jugs, bumping and mauling at close range. Britney using her left shoulder like a veteran, bumping back, left across her body, right at her cheek—she’s doing a nice job of rolling Eliza’s work, answering thick to the midriff, jugs in kind, Some of the best two way action of the entire rivalry—girls dug in, buttocks jostling with the effort of standing ground and slugging, furious 3 punch back and forth, Down the stretch, Britney turns into a tight swatting hook on the chin, rolls  into a clipping right uppercut and throws her left shoulder into Eliza’s chest—champ stunned, staggers back into the ropes—Dushku’s HURT! Britney pounces—in with a short right against Eliza’s forward guard, up underneath the left—Eliza’s thighs a-tremble—DUSHKU CLINCHES! nEliza breathing hard, frowning in shock—Britney shrugging her shoulders to get frfee as the ref moves in at the bell.

R3: Dushku up off her stool non-chalant—BRITNEY TACKLES HER HARD TO TURNBUCKLE! Spears gets a belly on Eliza, cramming Dushku against turnbuckle, pressing up on her, smearing her, then digging in with gusto! Britney laying in with her left shoulder while plugging righty to Eliza’s straining gut—Dushku groaning, writhing to wrestle blonde to the side and relieve some pressure. Eliza able to push Britney to the ropes, but blonde bodies up and reverses position, swinging Dushku almost off her feet and shoulder-butting her in the teeth. Now they’re back in mouth on shoulder, feverishly trading to breadbasket and it’s ALL Britney. Spears winning when hands are free and girls are pumping, Spears winning when she’s got her body on, pinning and punching simultaneously. Dushku struggling, clinching, trying to wrestle Britney’s back to the ropes, but she can’t do it. Dying moments, Britney hands POUND away to ribs and tummy—Eliza shuddering, clinching helplessly up around Brit’s neck—champ just hanging on as Spears romps to the bell.’

R4: Dushku’s a proud champion, but she’s not stupid-stubborn: Eliza forfeits the infighting to Britney to work around her jab this round. Change up catches Spears off guard—she’s presenting the left shoulder, left hand low, right at her cheek, rolling Eliza’s blows, bending supple at the waist, but not getting off. Dushku on her toes, jabbing as she steps right, hooking as she pivots left, constantly moving. Tactical shutout Dushku—Britney unharmed, but not clearing the holsters—she’s trying to lure Eliza back inside.

R5: Dushku patiently chipping away, disrobing Britney with the jab. Spears bobbing, slide-stepping in her closed stance, but she’s letting Eliza dictate terms. Eliza content to pat at Britney’s golden grown shoulder or tummy, reaching jabs in, then scooting to the side, using the ring, Champ scolded for jabbing with an open hand at times: Eliza’s unconcerned.

Spears/Dushku conc.

Posted by Simguy on 10/30/2004, 10:19 am.

R6: Britney forced to open up—pawing her jab and leaning in with sneaky right hands. Dushku reading, reacting, sliding back with Britney’s right and answering a quick-biting hook off the hip. Midway through, Eliza tags Brit a beaut. Clapping the taste out of Spears’ mouth—Britney backside shivers in protest as she stumbles sideways to the ropes. Dushku goes over to offence, getting her shoulder back on Britney and working—payback as Dushku crowd the body lean, packing in free right hands to trembling brown breadbasket. Britney wincing, groaning as she feebly ties up—Dushku able to plug away to her heart’s content to the bell. Eliza taking extra with Spears slumped—ref has to tug snarling brunette off hurting prey.

R7: Shoulder to shoulder—girls standing in the pocket, stooping t change height, but staying in close proximity. Britney sneaks a tidy right hand in, ducks down, comes ourtn of the crouch to trade hooks and DOWN GOES ELIZA! Spears flabbergasted—hardest shot she’s ever caught Dushku with—Britney jogs to a neutral corner as crowd roars t its feet. Eliza blinking, all stiff n’ quivering—she rolls shaky to her side and struggles up, weaving badly as ref check her out, ON COMES BRITNEY! Dushku earmuffing up, sitting down into the ropes: she takes a SENSATIONA: beat down this round. Britney fans screaming their heads off—it’s all coming back on Dushku—all her taunts, all her gloating—Britney bares her teeth and pouring punches to the hated Sheriff. Spears able to set and rip 2 and 3 right hands to the Dushku midsection while leaning in close, then push up and hook ribs. She’s able to shrug-n-chug to jug, jerking Dushku upright, then club her jaw tidy rights and lefts inside. When Dushku bends forward. Spears goes heartless to the back, sweeping lefts and rights across tender kidney meat, shivering Eliza’s legs, At the bell, Britney’s berserk, lathering away strong—ref bundles her back, Eliza slumps quivering in the ropes, hugging herself, eyes brimming with years for one of the few times in her life.

R8: Fight’s on a totally different level: two equals, competing bitterly for supremacy. Dushku hard-eyed, scalded and bewildered by the 7^th—she’s tucking into Britney like never before. Spears gritting her teeth and answering back—they are fighting each other like it’s a Tijuana bull-ring smoker. Heads in close, spicy combinations burping against belly, sneaking carving right uppercuts, quick clouting hooks. They bump and nudge each other mindlessly—fight crawls along the ropes, meanders to the corners as the girls keep at one another. Eliza swats at jug? Britney swats right back—blonde won’t be punked tonight—not on any level.

R9: Transcending hate—girls staring into each other’s eyes as they cross the ring, lay in mouth on shoulder and get to work. Short, vicious snuggle-punching, girls bending their knees, punching with their backs, hips and torsos—not much backswing. Awe inspiring stuff holds onlooking celebs in thrall: Janet Jones leaning forward, fingers steepled, enrapt by the action; cat bell wincing, pursing her lips as one or the other girl digs multiple rights to quaking gut; Jennifer Garner’s shaking her head slightly; Jeri Ryan keeps saying “Jesus Christ” at non-stop action. Fighters wallowing in one another’s seat, pulling the opponent’s elbow to lay bare a patch of belly, doubling up hooks ear and body to capture liver, bursting up the middle in combination, constantly swatting, cuffing, clouting, Bell sounds—nobody’s listening—girls strain against each other, oblivious to anything else in the outside world.

R10: Tenth round of a close, important fight: Dushku roses to the occasion, Eliza takes a half step back early, catching Britney a right hand behind the ear and sidestepping her as blonde staggers forward. Mouth on shoulder desperate slogging for a moment, then Eliza lifts Britney up a left uppercut in the tits, eases back to clip her a hook across the lips—Spears stares back momentarily stunned as judges record a clean stroke. More mouth on shoulder, both girls savaging each other, but down the stretch, Eliza with a tug on Britney’s arms turns her and deposits her awkwardly in the ropes. Dushku in with a chopping right hands and remorseless scrounging lefts up underneath to solar plexus as Spears hangs on. At the bell, Dushku keeps at it, cradling Britney’s head in the crook of the left arm while plugging away righty to gut—ref has to pull trembling beauties apart—eyes flashing, chests heaving. Comes back q point duke for the winner…and STILL BANTAMWEIGHT CHAMP: Eliza Dushku.

After: Side by side: Britney’s shoulders slump at the announcement—Eliza pumps her fists and shrieks in triumph. Gutwrenching, heartbreakingly close affair—would’ve been Fight of the Night if not for the freakish exploits of Hewitt and Gellar. Dushku turning Britney back with consistency down the stretch and cagey fourth and fifth nothing rounds that Britney couldn’t take advantage of—brunette still finding ways to bedevil blonde on the cards. Camera pans to see Jessica Alba standing, clapping wildly, HISC suits sitting back, nodding smugly. Dushku addresses the cameras in the ring enunciating very carefully: “Blubbering. Quitter. Whoops, I did it to her again—another beating—maybe the worst I’ve ever given her, If she’s getting better—I’m not seeing it. Down the stretch, she was putty in my hands—I mean, she stopped competing when I shrugged off her lucky shot in the seventh.” Spears hands on hips, gracious enough to offer some comments: she’s not convinced. “This is gonna sound like sour grapes, but I’m sorry—I beat Eliza Dushku tonight. I backed her up off me. I hurt her. I DROPPED her, and HOW—she was close to going out—that was no flash knockdown. I busted all over Eliza I this fight and it goes one point to her. I don’t know. I’m hurt, I’m frustrated by this, but I know what happened in that ring.” Claire & Mish slide into the ring to join in the fun—Britney exiting the ring catches a white towel snap off her ass from a brazen, leering Dushku, Tempers flare, officials intervene—ring is left to strutting HISC vixens, climbing the ropes, lifting their arms, bellowing and hooting and backslapping. Coalition in tatters, swept from the ring, soundly beaten and thrown back in disarray. As Eliza says, flanked by grinning Danes and Williams—“There ain’t no Santa Clause; the Tooth Fairy is your mom; and the rich get richer! Who the hell is next?” No word from the Coalition partners or other concerned FCBA citizens on whether a second crusade can or even should be launched.

Reposted by Archer 5/16/10.