Posted by Simguy on 11/9/2007, 7:13 am.

Before: Milian bubbly, friendly with press, relaxed--she’s coming off sparring sessions with Salma Hayek in which Christina reportedly held her own…and plenty of Salma’s as well. “I did very well,” Chris says of the work, smiling mischievously to suggest she’s deliberately understating the accomplishment. “I’m excited about Elisha--she’s the kind of fighter I can really showcase my talent on. I think of myself as ‘Elisha-plus’--you know? Faster, stronger, prettier--I’m just that much better in all areas.” Cuthbert comparatively sullen, standoffish with the press--more and more boxing’s Angry Young Woman as she deals with critics, doubters, and haters on a daily basis. “I see a recent press poll actually favours Milian over me,” Elisha says, nodding, glaring accusingly at the media throng. “Whatever, I know Chris is a great gym-fighter, but you know what? This fight’s for money. If there’s a pile of money on the floor, and just me and Christina in the room? She’s not walking out with a dime--end of story.” Christina in scarlet bikini, white gloves; ponytail with curly bangs framing face. Elisha in black bikini, bra-style top, white gloves.

During R1: Milian grinning--right hand pressed against her chest, left hand low, tracing little ovals in the air as she points her left shoulder towards ‘Lish, circles clockwise midring, Cuthbert dukes up, snarling, advancing, ignoring the bright, tart pop of Milian’s snappy tummy jab bouncing off blonde paunch. Chris with a cute, slapping hook upside the head as she’s wheel-pivoting to her left--not a lot in it, but it’s flash eye-catching, elegant: all eyes tend to be drawn to Chrissy as she works. Midway through, Cuthbert diligently whittling down the ring--right hand cheek-high as she stomp-thrusts heavy jabs, guiding Milian to ropes, Final minute, Elisha wins position at the apron, announces herself with a strapping right/left to Christina’s midsection--big, clapping roundhouses parting brunette lips with the impact. Cuthbert crowding in close, dipping to get low, then shoving Chrissy back into the ropes: return visit right/left to gut, has Milian clinching. Rough shoulder-bump in the mouth rejects Christina’s clinch--Elisha slamming another right/left thick to the paunch, then straightening, torquing and swatting a tight left hook to chin--elbow down and in on compact delivery. Milian rocked back into ropes, loosening: Cuthbert  pounds paunch another right/left, then pushes in to stack--really bullying Chrissy here. Milian frowning, twitching a quick flurry back and forth across Elisha’s jugs: Cuthbert answers a thumping right to breadbasket and a clubbing hook up top to drape Christina back in ropes. Bell: Elisha with a right hand turns Christina’s head; thudding left in the chest--Milian star-struck, open-mouthed as she lays against ropes in stupor--ref jumps in to push Cuthbert back.

R2: Milian in closed stance, looking to use the ring and regroup: Elisha stomping forward in a Jewel-Kilcher frame guard--right hand at temple, left at moth, elbows in, jabs thrusting stiff and straight up the middle. Christina shying away from Cuthbert’s committed pokes--Cuthbert cutting off the ring, then boring in as Milian sets up at ropes.
Chrissy grimacing, hands stacked right atop left at her tummy as she dips side to side--trying to slip and counter with uppercuts from either foot. Elisha pawing the jab, cycling it from the shoulder, then dipping to haul swinging rights into Milian’s cuddly chassis. Patient stuff from Cuthbert--landing big bombing rights above Milian’s left hip, the n regrouping behind the jab--she’s got Christina pinned down, bending side to side tic-toc fashion to slip blonde incoming. Cuthbert mixing in the hook, torquing to drag it in under Milian’s right elbow: Chrissy grunting,  dukes up at her cheeks as she stoops forward to accept the body blow. Cuthbert tuff n’ muscular, shoving Chrissy back into ropes, then slammin’ that body: blonde staying squared uo, twisting into heavy shots, sending shudders down Milian’s juicy frame. Girls trade right hands--Chrissy’s more of a push off her heels as she’s leaning against the ropes--Elisha’s with her full weight behind it as she leans in--sickening head-torque Christina Milian as Cuthbert finds chin. Chrissy loose, hands immediately dropping to her lap--she’s out on her feet, dropping forward, Elisha staying compact, elbows in, shoulders rotating as rising lefts and rights bump hup-hup-hup against Milian’s KO’d jugs--Cuthbert stepping back in good order to let Christina crumble face-first into mat. Cuthbert bellowing as she turns away, pumping her fists--she knows it’s KO2 before the ref even gets to “5” on the count.

After: Sensational,. Stocky-legged effort from the ioft-maligned Cuthbert: she walked down her flashier foe, beat the body, bullied and bodied, cut off the ring and iced the cake with chilling efficiency. Milian carted off in stupor: Cuthbert all I-told-you-so in post fight. “I definitely feel I’m the division sleeper,” Elisha grins. “Rachel and Neve will destroy each other--I’ll be there to clean up both when the time comes. Dani’s under siege and shot--she can’t stand against my firepower. Mack’s in my back pocket--I own that wench. Anywhere you look, I’m in a great position, and I’m master of my own fate for once. No more dancing to Rachel’s tune, or anybody else’s--NOBODY’S pullin; MY strings anymore!”

Reposted by Archer 7/11/11.