Posted by Simguy on 5/12/2007, 8:11 am.

Before: Alyson faced with the same challenges everyone is facing Hilarie. “She’s tall,” Hannigan shrugs, unimpressed. “That’s her talent. Actually, I see her jab looking good now and again--she hurts girls with her right uppercut--but there’s nothing in Hilarie’s game that I can’t handle. See--girls with a talent, something special about them--they tend to be dependent on that attribute, I take Hilarie’s height away  from her and she’s going to be a lost little girl in there. I eat lost little girls for breakfast.” Burton unfazed by hard-nosed Hannigan’s tuff-girl rhetoric--Hilarie’s heard it all before. “I beat girls and they look for an excuse, and it always turns out to be that I’m a couple of inches taller than they are,” Hilarie grins. “Nobody’s ever given me credit for honing my craft and being a good fighter--why should I expect anything more from Alyson? When I beat her up and knock her out, she’ll probably b###h about my weight or how CB paid off the timekeeper to count faster--whatever!” Hannigan in midnight blue velvet push and panties, small white workout gloves. Burton in white satin bustier (laced up front), bare patch of tummy, white satin panties; small white workout gloves.

During R1: Burton midring, fighting tall--hanging a lazy jab a little and Alyson’s catching her. Hannigan timing legs and hook together: pouncing inside Hilarie’s jab, hooking tidy to chin, pivoting out of there. Alyson making sure she’s all the way in, or all the way out-doing a nice job slipping poke whenever she wants to get to Burton. Not a lot of contact, but what there is, is clean, sharp hooks from Alyson, scoring with jolt to Hilarie’s chin.

R2: Burton getting an early lecture--Syren all over Hilarie’s loose stick and demanding more from the former champ, “right now”. Hilly responds--much crisper, snappier jab, finding and shocking Alyson before Hannigan can time it. Alyson forced to circle the perimeter, unable to penetrate: Burton hopping/walking Hannigan down--jabbing her upper chest and head to force defensive commitment, then dropping right crosses of opportunity. Aly doing a good job avoiding the power punch until late: Burton able to kiss home a fine right cross to chin, unhinging Hannigan’s knees. Aly hopping uncertainly away, dukes at her chest, face tight with concern: she’s hurt, but there’s the bell.

R3: Wonderful stuff--Hannigan and Burton proving to be more than just a poor man’s Danes/Portman in the class department. Alyson bending at the waist, feinting, timing her jumps inside and most importantly: she’s jabbing-with Hilarie, trying to disrupt blonde’s big poke. Hilarie respecting Hannigan’s step-in--fading the move and countering with the curling right uppercut off the right foot: Hannigan needs to be nimble to avoid Burton’s follow-on hooks off the uppie. Back and forth--neither lass able to catch the other clean--but Burton’s wingspan definitely a factor in helping her set the terms of engagement.

R4: Hannigan’s corner telling her she’s GOT to get to Burton’s body: Alyson taking risks this round to make it happen. Hilarie sees the strategy-change, starts hanging back on her right foot--classic tall-girl’s fight now as Hil waits on Alyson, tracks her coming in jabs, tidies up the right hand in close. Hannigan catching poke, catching the odd right uppercut, but very willful here: rent is high, but she’s finding Hilarie’s bustier with biting combinations in spots. Round to Burton--Alyson starting to mark up nicely through 4.

R5: Same again--Burton staying tall, staying disciplined, pumping her jab and looking to clean up righty whenever possible, Hannigan’s eyes narrowed in concentration--she’s very stubborn here despite constant rebukes and setbacks. Time and again, Hannigan will be jabbed to a halt, then chased back by a right cross before she’s had a chance to nibble at Hilarie’s ribs. Alyson spitting back her own stick, bravely fencing her way in, then bouncing leather off satin to good effect: Hilarie’s not too proud to grab Hannigan behind the head and spin her off balance for breaks.

R6: Better, more consistent work from Alyson: she’s getting in, staying in as Burton stoops forward to lay in forehead to forehead. Snatching work to Hilarie’s long torso sets to curling right or left uppercuts from Hannigan” Alyson very compact, lots of shoulder, back and legs behind her shots as she gets off abrupt. Burton proving sturdy, taking Alyson’s licks, answering back lanky left or right uppercuts to Hannigan’s ribs--but this isn’t the best distance for Hilarie. Round to Alyson.

R7: Alyson wins her first back to back rounds--out jabbing the taller woman with well-timed, spitting jabs, then edging inside to outwork Hilarie at close quarters. Burton strong enough to stand her ground here--leaning in on Alyson--even pushing her away by her shoulder after absorbing a few shots--but Hilarie not moving her hands enough, not dictating the way she had been. Hannigan setting a brisk pace--walking confidently to her right, changing direction to swivel-pivot left, jotting out her jab at unpredictable intervals. Hannigan hooks getting through to Burton chin: Hannigan combinations tearing up the torso in hardworking fashion through 7.

R8: Burton’s longer, stiffer jab regains initiative--scoring heavily upon Alyson’s brow early this round to renegotiate. Burton ruling midring, hounding Hannigan along the perimeter--Hilarie doing a nice job stalking her foe without giving up height. Alyson being shelled outside, but when she’s provoked into attacking--Burton’s fading back on long legs, pinging out an elastic jab and leaning into slinging right hands. Hannigan’s upper body movement saving her from taking Hilly’s right hand full-force--but the sheer zest of it has Hannigan bouncing back outside rather than closing the gap. Alyson’s left eye starting to swell as Hilarie’s patient, pinging punches start to add up.

R9: Cut and thrust boxing as Alyson responds with a hint of desperation, gambling and going for more on lunging attacks. Pace picking up--both girls legging rapidly and decisively to spots, punching with venom--Hannigan threatening Burton into retreat, then weaving and swiveling in retreat herself as Hilarie rallies and responds. Crowd-pleasing, wide-ranging action--nobody hurt until late: Burton caught in a wide stance, feet almost parallel as she’s sweeping an ill-advised right uppercut up and across; Hannigan ducks, loops the overhand right heavy to Hilly’s jaw. Shattering blast buckles Hilarie’s knees as her right hand sails--she straightens, stumbling in fence post holes to the ropes: Hannigan pouncing on the best opportunity she’s had to end the fight yet. Torrid flurry--Hannigan to Burton: Alyson snarling, letting her hands go in a clubbing side-to-side shoe-shine. Poor Hilly just trying to keep her gloves in front of her throughout the buffeting, legs out wide in A frame, butt in ropes, Bell: Hannigan lands a right hand, startling Hilarie, then  smokes her the unforgivable left as Burton’s staring in swoon. Ref pushing his way in--giving Alyson the finger-waggling of a lifetime en route to her stool.

R10: Alyson stoops, reaches in the tummy jab, scoots to her left: HISC trademark hasn’t been seen much in this fight but Aly unpacking it to effect to take the first minute. Burton turning, timing Hannigan coming in with a ratcheting right/left--glancing connects only, but disruptive enough to repel Hannigan’s forays throughout the second minute, Down the stretch--one girl clearly prevails--pushing her agenda down the other’s throat and clearly taking the round. It’s Alyson Hannigan--out jabbing, then committing inside to put her most persistent punishment on the Burton bustier. Slip/step-in/hook to chin: Hannigan checks Burton--tall blonde knees buckle as she’s backpedaling--nearly sitting-out--but she straightens, reeling at the apron. Alyson  hops-to, wide-eyed: Burton’s lips parted, eyes wounded. Feint from Hannigan--another, Short lead right from Hannigan--parried by Burton. Feint from Hannigan THEN THE HOOK! Tight, clipping blast neatly sets up--Burton’s chin toggles and BURTON SITS DOWN! Hilarie’s eyes welling up as she punches canvas in frustration--she scrambles up, beats the count, but gives up a huge 10-8 in the dying moments of a close fight. Come back UD10--Alyson Hannigan!

After: Hannigan BEAMING--snake biting Hilarie once again--Alyson’s focus, pin-point accuracy, and overall discipline allowing her to eke out the closest decision of her career against fierce competition. Burton dominates the first half, relinquishing her head in the second half as girls take turns outboxing each other in classy action. “Had her hurt, should have finished her,” a chagrined Alyson H shakes her head in post fight. “Still--it’s the win that matters, I solved  Hilarie tonight--exposed her. I put doubts in that girl that aren’t going away after her first few beers tonight.” Burton blinking back tears, but more disappointed than defeated in post fight. “I totally forced Alyson out of her comfort zone tonight--she was lunging and jumping at me like an amateur because she couldn’t cope with my boxing. I don’t care what they say--I deserve the same sort of attention for my skills as Natalie, Claire, Alyson, Kelly and the rest of them. Look at Hannigan’s face and tell me I can’t box! I’ll rein Alyson Hannigan in eventually--don’t you worry.”

Reposted by Archer 6/20/10.