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20 February 2011 Lyndsy Fonseca vs Olivia Wilde

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Posted by simguy on 2/20/2011, 11:36 am, in reply to "PPV fights"

BEFORE: "I'm still kicking myself over that Accola loss," Lyndsy admits in prefight, "so this is a huge opportunity for me. Olivia's a beautiful, skilled movie star...she could have any fight in the world, so I HAVE to turn this into the biggest mis-step of her career. I mean - I know what she's doing here - she's picking on a girl who lost her last fight...but I am determined to make her regret that decision!" Wilde calm and demure as always, singing Lyndsy's praises at podium. "We liked the kid's moxie," Olivia says. "She's dangerous in that she's very well conditioned and combative, so it's a good test of my skill to see if I can neutralize that. She actually hits harder than me when she's set, so it's up to me to keep her off balance and punching from poor positions. I'm looking forward to it - this is gonna be fun!" Olivia in electric blue "Turistas" bikini; small white gloves; damp hair in loose tangles. Fonseca in white sports bra; blue tie-dye bikini bottoms; small white gloves; hair in bouncy ponytail with gym-rat bangs.

During R1: Olivia just off her stool when Lyndsy hurtles in: Fonseca bracing Wilde half a dozen torso-blows before Olivia even knows what's happening. Wilde grimacing, eventually tying up behind elbows: ref's break pushes Lynds back...Wilde sliding to her right out of her corner...but she's quickly compressed to ropes as Fonseca crowds close. Lynds just putting her head on Olivia's chest and pumping both hands downstairs. Wilde gettiing ragdolled rough against ropes, but staying calm: eyes clear, breath exhaling through pursed lips as she repeatedly ties up for ref's breaks. Final minute - Olivia electing to fight in the pocket: crowd-pleasing hup-hup as Lynds stays atop Olivia at ropes - both girls lapping punches underneath to bell. Fonseca pushing off, making frisky eye-contact: no mistaking the idea that she wants more Olivia ASAP.

R2: Wilde: dukes up, chin tucked, elbows in...fists are curled forward Muay-thai style - the right near her mouth, the left slightly forward. Wilde steppin' left, issuing head feints...she's jotting out "reject" one-twos, chipping away on Lyndsy's face to pre-empt Fonseca's power-punching. Wilde commanding the ring for two minutes when a wide left hook brushes her lips, spooking her upright; crashing right checks her chin, locks up her legs and SITS HER DOWN! "YEAH! WOO!" Lynds shouts bright and young as she skips away: Wilde sitting up in a puddle, lips parted, eyes frowning in shock. Olivia up, but shaky: final moments feature Lyndsy squaring up on the ropes, pounding Olivia's ribcage to effectively steal the round and leave Wilde panting. Trainer intense during the break, tapping at Olivia's left thigh: "Oli - you got the best wheels in the ring, ok baby? Spin this kid, get control...get control then we'll pick her apart, ok? We can't give up any more home-runs Olivia, this kid hits too hard!"

R3: Olivia chip-chip-chipping at Lyndsy midring - step and poke with straight punches steering Fonseca around. Minute mark - Olivia comes off face to dip and dig left uppercut to solar-plexus: precision body shot bunches Lyndsy up, momentarily taking her breath away. First sign of hurt in Fonseca stokes Olivia's fire: Wilde unleashing brisk lather - tidying up Lyndsy's flanks, even frisking and swatting her jugs a bit. Two minute mark - Lyndsy blundering forward into punishment stubbornly punches-with and beats Olivia to blunt right/left to chin. Wilde's right (back) leg skids forward, then steps wrong...SHE'S rocked and wobbly and FONSECA goes over to offence. Lyndsy snarling, hurling wide lefts and rights at Olivia's head/shoulders, slugging her ropeside. Wilde wobbly-butt, but still alert: she rolls in the pocket, keeping elbows in, fitting Lyndsy for cutey-pie check-uppercuts out of the crouch as Fonseca's looking to close the show. Ripping back and forth as hurting girls brawl...crowd roaring...ref moving in hot as neither girl stops punching at bell. Olivia shellshocked, cut at the hairline, eyes staring...Fonseca simply not acting the part of no-name brand tomato can through 3.

R4: Wilde rallies herself, executes a smart round of boxing. Chippy, pre-emptive left/rights spank off Lyndsy's face, pre-empting her own clobbering power-punches. Clockwise rotation keeps Lyndsy moving her feet; feints keep her anxious. Most of Olivia's ordinance directed towards Lyndsy's pretty face, but the odd succulent left uppercut slots up into Fonseca's sternum, gutting her as Wilde pivots-left around the strike. Lynds touched up, her output dropping: Wilde finally able to impose will with skill through 4.

R5: Same again, only more-so: Wilde looking smoother, less rushed - chipping away on Fonseca from outside, turning Fonseca's right flank, slowly picking pretty brunette apart. Lynds double-clutching on shots, not letting hands go as Olivia keeps changing angle...Fonseca just can't find punching solutions. Bloodying Lyndsy's nose, darkening her left eye - Olivia comes off the face to dip-n'-dig that left uppercut to sternum - visibly hurting Lynds with clean touches. Bell to bell Wilde...gunslinger-eyed brunette gives disheveled CW lass a cold looking-over: Fonseca looking touched up and discouraged through 5.

R6: Wilde wheeling to her left in compact stance, still owning Lyndsy's face with straight one-twos up the middle. Lack of head movement really hurting Fonseca - she SO wants to punch Olivia, staking all on hard-swinging blockbusters that are just a half-beat too late to be effective. Minute mark - Olivia: left uppercut digs deep to solar plexus; weight-shift to right (back) leg; wide, slinging hook off the hip clapping hard to chin, unhinging Fonseca's knees; double-helping of that wide, slinging hook startles Lynds, followed by a chopping right to chin that has her wobbly butt. Wilde circling away, surveying the damage: Fonseca stepping in fence post holes, desperately hurt. Olivia lathers sturdy young ribs, body-punching Lynds to ropes - pushing off to avoid Fonseca's feeble clinch attempts. Final minute - Olivia simply submerging Fonseca in punches - lithe, tic-tac-toe lathering of lefts and rights touching and slapping at a confused young beauty. Lynds: right hand at left cheek; left across her body as she slumps ropeside...she's a lost little girl in a blizzard and THE REF STEPS IN! Fonseca astonished, shouting "WHAT???" as ref's embracing her. "NO! I'M FIGHTING!" TKO6 Olivia Wilde in Cam Diaz fashion.

After: Was Fonseca helpless, or could she have continued? Lynds pleading with officials in the aftermath as cameras set up to get Olivia's thoughts. "You know - that's up to the ref to decide," Wilde shrugs, "I thought she was wearing down, but taking it well...she's a tough kid, and I don't want to suggest she couldn't have gotten herself together during the break. But make no mistake - I don't have sledgehammers for fists, but I do have rapiers, and I was placing punches on Lyndsy all night. You tuck into a girl's solar plexus just right and she'll cramp up no matter who she is: Lynds can't tell you that I didn't hurt her tonight - or if she does, she needs to check the tape." When asked about the future, Olivia shrugs: "If it were up to me, I'd get cleaned up and then fight Piper Perabo or Nikki Scherzinger or Pene Cruz later tonight, but that's what I've got people for...to make sure I don't do anything crazy! My guys'll make the moves, I'll just fight the fights. Everybody's gonna get taken care of sooner or later, 'cause I'm starting to hit my stride here, fellahs!"