Posted by Simguy on 1/6/2007, 8;27 am.

Before: BLONDE! Magazine proclaiming it the first Superfight of 2007--tall sinuous blondes do make a striking sight at weigh-in. “This has been coming for a while,” Becky admits in prefight. “Tricia hogged a lot of the limelight for herself last year--but there ARE other blondes in boxing and it’s time we pushed back. Personally, I don’t see what’s so0 special about Helfer: I’m stronger;  I can fight at higher weights; I hit harder--I think it’s just a matter of exposing her face to face so people can pout her in perspective.” Helfer feeling the blonde heat from across the dais--friction not as intense as it might be with a Cam Diaz, Ashley Scott or Charlize Theron,  but there’s always that little something extra between high-status flaxens, “Rebecca’s right about her strengths--that’s all true,” Helfer allows, “but against all her gifts must be weighed the problems of her tiny, tiny heart, her quitter’s tummy, and that china chin of hers. We look similar on the outside--and some people tell me that Becky’s more solidly built--but my whole career has been about dispelling illusions. I don’t know how to put this gently, so I’ll just say it: I’m, made of sterner stuff than Becky--no matter what things look like, I’ll win because I’m better, and because deep down--Becky already knows that,” Ouch--Romijn looking bullwhipped in her sweat, lips parted in shock as though Tricia had reached out and physically slapped her face. Tricia in metallic baby blue bikini, white rabbit-fur gloves (small); Becky in black lace push up, boy cut panties, small white rabbit-fur mitts.

During R1: Becky the aggressor, stepping-to and taking canvas away from Tricia in gradual increments, Jab scoring to Helfer’s brows--rabbit -pelt mitt sounding out with dry thumps, forcing Trish back with a frown. Both girls planting in springy, stiff-legged stances--mostly just fee/ankles moving to adjust distance or circle to either side. lots of torso movement--especially from Helfer: Tricia bending at the waist, rotating her upper body, pointing either shoulder at Becky to slip shots. Romijn more offensive--her jabs doing well, and she’s placing the of swinging right hand against Tricia’s ribcage. Helfer keeping Romijn to one-shot-at-a-time output-but Trish not offering back much,. Just letting Becky dictate in the first.

R2: Helfer gets every one of Becky’s punches back--answering the Romijn shutout with supple vigor. Helfer loose-limbed, feet planted as she leans in--hands slightly out to the side in a gentle gull-wing: her torso movement serves to pull and lash her punches into Becky. Romijn frowning as she covers up top, accepting whipping shellack against her flanks and ribs: Becky’s turn to retreat, trying to keep herself safe, Romijn more reliant upon her legs/footwork for fence--she’ll often step out and lope the ring, forcing Tricia to pick up her feet up in pursuit, Tricia pretty in combination--punching easily off either foot--lots of brushing, decoy punches setting up the one clouting blow she’s looking for in sequences.

R3: Exquisite long blonde trade to the body--both women planting on lead-left legs, arching sinewy backs and hoisting hooks up thick underneath. Both looking for--and getting--swinging roundhouse rights carved across ribs-beneath-breastline--breathtaking sweep on these punches as girls take turns swaying back and forth, laying in limber wallop. Not “inside” fighting exactly: when one covers up--the other leans in close to carry punches into the offending body, then slides away from the reprisal. Down the stretch, Becky visibly getting the better of it--Helfer shying away with a grimace, ribs pink and throbbing from Romijn’s heavy shellack. Becky smiling hard, fierce at Tricia’s aching retreat---Romijn walks Helfer  down along the apron at the bell.

R4: Becky pouring it on Tricia--hounding the willowy blonde all around the ring. Helfer supple--elbows in, face-in-gloves as she twists, bends, writhes to minimize punishment--but Becky’s landing brutally to the body. Romijn looking bigger and bigger--scoring to Tricia’s body, crippling Helfer--then pushing Helfer in her shoulders to shove her backwards--Becky striding onto the canvas as though occupying conquered territory. Beck able to lean in close, haul her long arms into Tricia’s ribs with lanky heft--rabbit-pelt thumping and thudding sounding out with a repetitive beat as Helfer wilts around the perimeter. Trish blocking a lot of shots on her elbows, but Rebecca very smart--staying on the body, rather than trying for Helfer’s elusive head--steadily whaling away at Tricia’s resistance. Bell” Tricia straightens, fighting back tears--she was taken out back the woodshed that round and both girls know it.,

R5: Becky moving in to finish what she started--she takes an intercepting right cross onna chops as Tricia bends in and down with a slinging beaut. Rebecks hurt: covering up fists at temples, stooping forward--Tricia widen stance, baring her teeth with exertion as she arches her back, cranks a rising left uppercut up into overhanging blonde face. Another left uppercut off the right foot: Tricia generating power from hips, legs and back--rip-slinging the punch up and in. Another left uppercut: Becky’s legs give a shimmy--she straightens groggily out of her crouch, backs away. Tricia hops and gets a stopping right upside Becky’s head, chasing her to ropes: Helfer stepping-with, popping hips-right and strapping a gorgeous left across Becky’s flat waistline. Sob of agony, Becky Romijn: butt sinks into ropes as she pitches forward, desperately gutshot. Tricia’s eyes harden into heartless sapphires as she commits to lathering her fists back and forth across Becky’s offered lower back--swabbing the kidneys, buckling her foe’s knees. Bleat of pain from Becky--tears--she leans back upright against ropes, hands drooping: Tricia slaps a wide, open-palm hook across the jaw, then slings a harder, heavier right to chin, toggling Becky’s pretty face to-and-fro.

Romijn in stupor, upright, helpless--right arm loops reflexively across top rope as she feels her legs giving way.

Tricia’s all in--long arms lashing, strapping, pushing at Becky to reset her. Only blondes would tear so mercilessly at each other when one is helpless.

Becky’s punch-dimmed eyes staring, eyelashes fluttering--her head swiveling, batting and lolling about: too much Helfer pouring in--every punch landing. Ref standing aside--close enough to stop it--but waiting for Rebecca’s comeback: he’s being awfully brave, letting it go.

Helfer makes sure she puts the odd strapping hook into Becky’s stomach, cramping Romijn, making her even more vulnerable. Becky just slouching, hanging onto the ropes, shipping disastrous punishment.

Tricia’s bloodlust finally abates--she stands with her left extended to Becky’s throat, propping her up for yet another right hand--but Helfer’s just shrieking at the red, startling the man out of his reverie, Official moves in to cradle Becky against the ropes, waving this thing off: TKO5 Tricia Helfer in brutal fashion.

After: Helfer’s own people holding her back as she harangues the ref--normally reserved, even serene HMK blonde enraged, looking like she might go after the man. Becky out on her feet, led gingerly to her stool--in days to follow, she’ll tell BLONDE! Magazine how she’ll never, ever forgive Tricia for “heinous” assault. “That ref should be suspended,” a still-seething Helfer says in the immediate aftermath. “Becky was out--she was finished: you cannot let her girl hang onto the top rope and continue to absorb punishment. If I hadn’t come to my senses--I don; know what might have happened--and you CAN’T leave the decision up to the fighters like that!”

Reposted by Archer 12/2/10.