Posted by Simguy on 11/14/2003, 8:39 am

Before: Certain amount of tension any time these two meet--”We’re very closely matched,” admits Terry. “We’ve often used one another to springboard up the rankings and this time’s no exception. I think I’ve slowly gotten the upper hand over Elle--I’ve won a championship, I’ve become a heavier hitter over the years, I think I’ve separated myself from Mac, but I’ve got to keep my foot on her throat.” Elle scoffing at the notion of Farrell leaving her behind, “Terry’s in a dreamland,” chortles statuesque blonde. “She could never box with me, and this notion that she’s suddenly got thunder in her mitts makes me laugh. I’ll tan her ass and send her packing as I always do.” Elle in tan tankini, Terry in royal blue two piece, high neck top.

During R1: Farrell taking it to Elle, driving in plowing rights off long jabs, beating Elle into headlong retreat. McPherson awkward, rushed, getting routed. She’s tagged and rocked midway through as a Farrell right jerks lanky Aussie a quarter turn to her right. Pillar to post, Terry walking her girl down, threatening an early KO with every right cross.

R2: Terry still hardhearted, marching on Elle, jabbing heavy to the chest, launching right hand blockbusters over the top, staying on her front foot to mop up those ribs the hook. Elle in free fall--getting battered and clubbed around d the ring--blonde panicky hands up as she tries to run the perimeter. Late right hand on the chin has mac doing a hurting pony trot to her right, legs looking awfully unsteady through 2.

R3: Elle gets her own jab going, finally brings the Terry freight train to a halt mid ring--blonde turns the tide, Beautiful footwork Elle: pounding right as she drives on her front foot, rigid left uppercut, then easing onto her back foot to clap a hook across Terry’s face, little forget-me-not jab to reset. Elle’s in and out swaying making Terry miss--meanwhile, blonde fists landing crisp and clean, spanking Terry’s head around. Sudden squall of smashing lefts and rights--hooks, crosses and uppercuts dazes Terry at the midway point--brunetyte takes a veteran knee to clear her head. Final minute, doesn’t get any better--Farrell guard high as she leans against the ropes--Elle probing her defenses and stomach a stick jab, swinging rights wide to the ear or straight through the middle. Series of bashing rights to the skull has Terry swooning--she falters to all fours for a devastating 10-7 waxing as Elle trumpets her superiority in the TE corner at the bell.

R4: Girls settle down into boxing, both stepping heavily, pumping jabs to one another’s tender faces. Elle gets the better of it--Farrell discouraged at having been out jabbed--that doesn’t happen often.

R5: Farrell with a  determined assault on Elle’s body, going there with wide. Licking hooks, doubling and tripling up as MacPherson covers, wilts to her left. Down the stretch, Terry puts together hooks and crunching short right hands, breaking down the guard and finally bashing back Elle’s head, Mac wobbly butt to the ropes, all shook up and shabby at the bell.

R6: Boxing mid ring, patient step and poke with long, heavy jabs--eyes smoldering as the girls match wits at log range., Terry gets the better of it this time, doing yeoman work on Elle’s available left eye, bloodying the Aussie’s nose.

R7: Girls spearing and stabbing at range--good first minute for Terry erased when Elle times a sizzling counter right over brunette jab. Farrell stepping in fence post holes--looking worn as she cover sup and gets gutted a long-armed hook against her ribs. Farrell issuing the fights first exhausted clinches--Elle writhing, getting her elbows up into Terry’s neck to push her off. Mac flat footed, swinging hard at terry now--clubbing right hands upside the head, licking hooks in the ribs as Farrell wilts sadly along the ropes.

R8: Boxing mid ring, Terry gritting her teeth as Elle gets the upper hand, MacPherson cold-hearted as she pounds her jab against Terry’s left eye, busting it up this round. MacPherson also leaning in off the poke to drop her right cross in, neatly turning Terry’s head, discouraging her. Elle cooing, forcing eye contact at the bell--Terry pushing her as tempers flare.

R9: Now Terry outboxes Elle--nip an d tuck fencing mid ring. Farrell doubling up the jab, pawing it to Elle’s face, then leaning in her own crashing right--both girls’ chins’ proving stout as both have had good looks tonight. Elle in retreat, batting punches out of the air, occasionally jogging to get away, clearly running as Farrell stalks her.

R10: Elle back to the rigid combination punching that proved so effective in the third. Terry gets halted by the jab, rocked the right hand, lifted up the left uppercut--Elle’s body stiff and hard as she jerks and snaps her punches in. Mac stepping right with loping footwork, then getting off crisp--Farrell covering up but unable to release her own hands. Midway through, a fencing rush by Elle culminates  in a keen right hand on the teeth, sending tremors down Terry’s thighs and forcing more brunette clinches. Terry hanging on, trying to bog this thing down--Elle struggling to punch around Terry’s arms to punish her ribs at the bell. Comes back UD10, Elle MacPherson.

After: Terry chagrined, going through the bout in her mind as her hands are unwrapped--losing to Elle a scalding, personal experience, All even in rounds, both women badly lumped up, but knockdowns prove expensive as Elle gets to Terry hard. “So much for Farrell the puncher,” jokes Elle on camera, in-ring, “I shook her pokes off and gave her hell. She was all ‘please don’t knock me out’ in the clinches,, “Elle, ease up’--stiff like that, but I just poured it on Pathetic really--I lost a lot of respect for Farrell tonight.” Terry mortified upon hearing Elle’s comments, hotly denying any allegations of begging during the match.

Reposted by Archer 8/20/11.