Posted by simguy on 11/12/2010, 3:14 pm

BEFORE: "How a squat little troll like Lacey ever ascended the thrown at flyweight is beyond me," Miller says with disdain in prefight. "I plan to bring glamour back to a division groaning under the tyranny of vulgarity: grace in place of crass curvature. Lacey has gotten fat on her peers: a true boxer of quality will expose her!" Chabert rolling her eyes: been a while since she's heard this level of Lacey-bashing rhetoric. "I've been smashing the so-called 'classy' boxers ever since I got here," Chabert notes in rebuttal. "Stringbean here won't last 2 rounds with me, once I put my back into my work. 2 rounds: you won't even recognize her when I'm done!" Sienna in black bikini; small black gloves; shoulder length hair loose n' tangly. Chabert in yellow bikini; small black gloves; hair up in twisty bun with bangs framing face.

During R1: Sienna jabbing stiff at the open... thumb punches into Lacey's eye, causing her to recoil in pain: Miller goes all in. Festive romp to Lacey's belly beats her ropeside - Sienna lashing away all limber-limbed ferocity. Lacey sputtering, skidding to her right along ropes: Sienna atop her, weight on left (front) leg - lathering away slender left/rights. Lacey swept into her corner, trying to block incoming: Sienna bends deep at the knee, her back straight: OH she digs a gutting left uppercut to Lacey's sternum - Sienna's palm up, the fist brought back quick to Sienna's chest on follow through, describing a vicious, gouging action. Lacey sobs aloud, badly undone: SIENNA GETS INTO CHABERT'S RACK! Torrid, lanky stuff - Sienna twisting side to side on her hips, slopping in mitts-on-jug... Lacey blubbering, stumbling forward off ropes as Sienna sidesteps-right, cuffing heel of her left hand against Lacey's face... CHABERT GOES DOWN! Lacey staggering to all fours, whining in confusion, thumbed left eye swelling... she's destitute! Chabert up for a reeling 8: Miller lopes on in, helps herself as champion sits in ropes, face-in-gloves, digging in against hateful blonde strafing run. Bell: Miller pasting away full-throttle - bendy-backed body all lithe with Lacey-hate - ref bundles Brit back as Chabert's slumped on ropes, in stupor!

R2: Lacey rallying herself, showing some heart - she's grimly out of her corner in compact stance, dukes up/elbows in. Sienna smirking: classic first round slugging for respect opens up the boxing playbook for supple blonde. Chabert cautious, but coming forward, looking to step into a fight-winning looping right: Sienna leaning back/pivoting away, well aware of Chabert's curvy power. Sienna completes work on Lacey's puffy left eye - tapping it shut with magpie-beak jabs - but she often forced to bail-and-circle as Lacey's hurling with authority in spots.

R3: Sienna's long, slender legs propelling her around Lacey; that cruel, pinpoint jab punishing left side of Lacey's face, paving the way for stitch-quick right hands Lacey can no longer see. Patient cruelty from Sienna, knocking straight one-twos against Lacey's blind side - rotating counter-clockwise to turn Lacey's left flank: Chabert surrounded by limber blonde, turning midring, coming up short on flailing receipts.

R4: It's too easy for Sienna - sliding to her right, she positions off Lacey's left shoulder, pounding in one-twos against Lacey's swollen face. Stepping out to disengage, Sienna maintains distance, curling back in on Lacey at Miller's convenience. Lacey grimacing, crouching/blocking, trying to stay low: she's out on the end of Miller's punches, getting picked apart through 4.

R5: Lacey pushing forward, trying to get to Sienna's ribcage - succeeding in spots. Bulk of the round carried by Sienna's legs - blonde girl wheeling around her foe, touching the jab battered face, dropping in sharp right hands over Lacey's left shoulder. Sienna also using a pivot-left maneuver to sidestep on-rushing Lacey at times - blonde girl swat-hooking brunette jugs as Chabert hurtles past. More points for Sienna: masterful fight plan has Lacey in free-fall through 5.

R6: Early pressure from Lacey scatters Sienna: Miller able to organize at the minute mark, get in her stance, pump the jab, turn Lacey counter-clockwise. Stitching small-glove one-twos landing wetly upside Lacey's face: crowd groaning in sympathy as Lacey cringes in pain. Sienna deploying her left with a limber, almost slapping delivery, cuffing at Lacey's breasts while sidestepping-left - humbling the proudest jugs in the division while staying well clear of the heaviest hands.

R7: Lacey's been trying for it all night - she finally places a looping right hand upside Sienna's head, catching Miller as she's trying to pivot-round. DOWN GOES SIENNA! Miller scattered to all fours, eyes wide with shock: Lacey glaring down, lips curled off teeth as ref pushes her back. Follow up assault drives Sienna to ropes for first time: Miller's hands cup at Lacey's ears, trying to pull her head down; Chabert CLOBBERS away to body/hips. Brutal stuff - Lacey finally in her element, trapping wriggling, lean lass against ropes and battering her. Bell: Lacey still pushing on Sienna, bullying her... ref pulls champion off, shakes her by the arm.

R8: Totally different fight... reluctant Sienna leaning away, trying to create distance: lunging, aggressive Lacey landing more overhand rights, buckling Miller's legs early. Blonde girl goes to ropes for support, once again reaching for Lacey's head as Chabert bulls-in. Siege of Sienna Miller begins: blonde girl working the clinch around Lacey's head, pulling it down, trying to hold-and-hit off the ropes; Lacey bashing away wide to hips/flanks - reaching up into Sienna's embrace to wrestle apart the clinch, then slamming away robusto. Nothing fancy - Lacey with good position - curvy legs stamping on the spot - Lacey on Sienna's chest, working to beat Miller down in the pocket.

R9: Sienna mouth breathing - war-weary... legs are listless as she wanders to ropes, sets up haggard. Lacey pushing in - reaching under Miller's arms to press her deep to ropes: another bludgeoning, smothering, onslaught ensues as poor Sienna digs in. Miller just trying to survive - pulling Lacey's head down - tying up behind Lacey's elbows. Chabert churning away - shoulders rolling/arms writhing to keep hands free - she's constantly keeping a body on Sienna, preventing Miller's escape attempts. Miller disheveled, abused, but hanging on: she's at least bogging Lacey down, making Chabert grind out points rather than scoring home-runs.

R10: Sienna tries to leg away from pursuit: Lacey shoots-in at slender blonde hips, stampeding Miller to ropes ragdoll. More Lacey-processing-Sienna minutes... Miller just not strong enough to get out from under. Chabert a master at punishing trapped girls at ropes - placing her forehead on Sienna's bony upperchest - writhing to keep hands free and working downstairs. Sienna groaning, grimacing, just trying to tie Lacey up and survive the round. Goes to the cards, comes back 1 point duke for the winner and NEW flyweight champion - Sienna Miller!

After: Battered, exhausted Miller blurting out a sob of triumph as her hand is raised... she hangs on as Lacey mounts a thrilling rally, only to come up a point shy of title-retention. "It is an epic day," Sienna gushes in postfight. "Here I stand - where no British fighter has gone before - queen of the flyweight division at long last! When I think of the women who have failed in my place - Naomi Watts in particular, Penelope Cruz - my heart soars. I've known for some time that I was the best in my class, and now I've proven it beyond doubt. Mine will be a reign of..." on and on in that vain: Sienna waxing poetic upon her accomplishment, as well she might.