Posted by Simguy on 4/27/2007, 7:00 pm.

Before: Ledoyen jilting Sienna Miller to take an opportunistic title-eliminator shot--been a long time coming as far as Virginie's concerned. "I don't care what the rankings say," Ledoyen pouts, "I've been the very best woman at one hundred and ten pounds for a very long time and I am owed my chance to win the belts. If smashing Alyson puts me into a championship ring with Michelle Williams--then Alyson Hannigan will be smashed!" Hannigan with itchy trigger fingers--she's Wolfpacker perhaps, but she's also conscious being 'Packer prime when it comes tome to assess such things. "We're competitive," Alyson says of her small-bodied stablemates. "It's a need to beat Virgnie to keep pace. This isn't just about protecting Michelle's flank--stopping Ledoyen keeps our colours flying high. this tramp can't chalk up a few cheap wins from Podunk, France or wherever, then comes strutting in here like she's Queen of the freakin' prom. She might be special beating up waitresses in Cannes, but over here? She's just another no-name tramp looking to get dropped, stopped and mounted." Ledoyen: electric blue, off-the-shoulder bikini--sturdy low-rise hipster bottoms with silver filigree belting--small white mitts. Hannigan in crimson bandeau bikini, low rise hipster bottoms, small black mitts. Ring instructions--Virginie leans in to brush-kiss Hannigan's cheek, but Alyson won't have it: American pushing French girl back by her chest as tempers flare.

During R1: Alyson controlling midring with her sturdy, underrated left hand technique. Tap-tap jab crisp, unpredictable off her shoulder, surprising Virginie as it penetrates French defenses. Hooks? Aly's hook PIK! PAK! against Virginie's rightside ribs as Ledoyen crouches forward behind her mitts: Hannigan simply jabbing her girl in the guard while stepping back to disengage. Virginie stalking, dukes collected loose beneath her chin, stepping in wide-stanced for power, but arriving a little late against Alyson's nimble footwork. Down the stretch--Aly diligently finishing up her shutout--she tucks a pair of hooks into Ledoyen's flank: Virginie absorbs in her crouch, then erupts, slinging a limber hook up and across, clouting Hannigan flush across the face. Alyson startled, stumbles, walks away, nearly pitches to the canvas, rights herself--she reels wide-eyed to ropes, earmuffing up, digging in just in time to receive Ledoyen's pounce. Big smilin' Virginie LAVISH to Alyson's waist--thick, batting rights and lefts wider to body--Ledoyen steals a clear round with opportunistic power late.

R2: Hannigan sharp off the stool--double jab.right cross stuns Virginie at the open. Alyson cutely back, walking Virginie forward: hook bites Ledoyen behind the ear; Hannigan sidesteps left, turning Virginie's right flank. Lead right hand spices Virginie up as she's turning--just a poking contact punch to keep Ledoyen off balance, Appreciative applause from knowledgable crowd--Alyson showing polish, class in dressing her girl up. Rest of the round very similar: Hannigan working behind the jab; hooking off the jab; stepping in with one-twos; quickly fading back to walk Ledoyen into sneaky check-hook counters. Ledoyen hurt again by the one-two as Hannigan neatly bookends the round--not enough time to mop up as Alyson pulls up on her pounce at the bell.

R3: Virginie goes to HER jab--right hand high at her cheek as she lifts poke of her thigh to stick it in Alyson's face, Hannigan using her footwork to answer, feinting Virginie, testing the quality of French poke before daring it. Quality stuff--Ledoyen fencing well, contesting midring with the Little General--Alyson's brain working just as hard as her body here. Ledoyen pressing Alyson hard at the midway point--Hanni gets out if it with a quick-snatch-n-tug of her foe's top--pulling and spinning Virginie into ropes, then catching her a tidy right hand with 100% elbow behind it.

Alyson clinches to cover the infraction--upon ref's break, Virginie stamping her foot, looking up all sweaty and outraged at the offical and blasting him in French for his incompetence. "Bete, bete--Imbecile!" Virginie angrily forward--most snatch-n'-tug as Hannigan's left hand still has ahold of Ledoyen's strap. VIRGINIE'S HURT! Weak, wide left hand from Virginie: Hannigan ducks under it, tackles up around Ledoyen's waist drives her Mish-stye to ropes. TUP! TUP! rolling left/right very business-like to Virginie's trunks bunches French vixen up with a breathy "UHH!" Hannigan fits her left hook PIK! into Virginie's sternum; doubles that hook to stick it PAK! to liver, cramping Ledoyen up with a plaintive cry. Hannigan brightening visibly--suddenly voracious as she detects body-hurt in her foe--another tight, tidy hook digs at Ledoyen's midsection; another another--Hannigan just rippin' 'em home withbrightbhand tight to her chest. LEDOYEN GOES DOWN! Virginie drooping slowly down, reaching for canvas and sitting prettily on her haunches--LEDOYEN CAN'T BEAT THE COUNT! Agonizing KO to the body--Virginie sitting upright, cryingl hugging herself, but her legs just won't respond to the 10 count. KO3, Alyson Hannigan.

After: Hannigan quickly mobbed by a beaming Danes, Mish and Eliza--whatever competition ies etween them suddenly overwhelmed by the collapse of the TU flyweight Virginie pulled roughly to her feet and degloved by busy-handed Wolfpackers--she's taken to the HISC corner and mounted by a glowing Alyson Hannigan in triumph. Aly with her left fist tightly entwined in Virginie's long brown curls; right hand pointing skyward; Hannigans tight stomach pushing Virginie's tearstained face to the right; Ledoyen's arms reaching round her foe's taut, pale hammies on reflex. Beaming HISC vixens strutting around, clapping, congratulating each other--Mishy in particular leaning in nand wagging her finger "No" in Virginie's face, just because.

Reposted by Archer 7/15/11.