Posted by Simguy on 03/11/2005

Christina in pink bikini, sturdy bottoms, blonde hair in a messy up

Ashanti in white bikini, sturdy bottoms,

Small gloves both vixens

Venue: Slauson Street Swap Meet (South Central L.A.) outdoors (parking lot, ring and bleachers set up)

Promoter: Magic Johnson Entertainment

TKO8 Millian

It's all about hunger at a Slauson Street slugfest - who's got it, who needs it, who gets satisfied, who goes away empty. Every celebrity gets pushed in her own niche, has her own look, style, and 'thing' threatened by up and comers who want to own the brand - in young Ms. Millian, Ms. Douglas recognized the push and hoped to nip it in the bud under a muggy L.A. sun, in front of a raucous, KO-minded crowd. But Christina had the hunger and with it, she put a Slauson Street beat down on a chubby, pampered Douglas to emerge as the hottest new name to come out of the R&B scene since Beyonce.

For two rounds, it looked as though a tough and determined AshantiDouglas had arrived to turn back an aggressive young challenger. Christina and Ashanti stood toe to toe, setting a blistering pace and taking turns splattering away with crisp, tic-tac-toe combos. Douglas constantly drove into Christina with tidy chugging blows to jug, pounding away at Millian's melons and backing the smaller girl up to a roaring crowd endorsement. Millian, pressed by Douglas' weight of shot answered with volume, and a persistent cuffing, digging response to Ashanti's cuddly paunch that had Douglas' mouth open after only 6 minutes of bumper-car scrapping.

But in the third, Christina separated herself from her more experienced foe. Stepping right, peppering Douglas a stubby jab, bip-bap-bopping away short, pitty-pat lefts and rights about the head - Millian began turning Douglas, shutting her down and confusing her. Ashanti's trademark pout of confusion appeared as she crossed her arms, bobbed and weaved sullenly, sulking as Christina's perky mitts found ribs, tummy, shoulders and skull with happy-puppy insistence. At the end of the third, a series of short, surprisingly snappy lefts and rights pounded away past Douglas' guard to her temples and jaw, finally drubbing her to one knee in a fog. Millian yelped in exultation as Ashanti moped and complained to the ref: Christina had imposed her will.

The rest of the fight was an upbeat, aggressive, sometimes amateurish and over-anxious, but clearly dominant Millian taking the fight to a reluctant, bewildered and sulky Ashanti D. Christina poured punches in buckets onto a discouraged Douglas, often freezing Ashanti for long stretches of indecision: Douglas crossing her arms and posing as Millian's little fists bounced and spanked across fleshy upperchest, biceps and chin or packed in thick to midsection whenever Millian leaned in close to churn underneath. The cute step to the right was all Millian ever had to do to maintain initiative, and as her foe grew more demoralized, Christina began to take liberties with Douglas' trunks, using the small gloves to tug and spin Ashanti forward and around, anchoring her for short, clouting right hands up top.

In the end, poor Ashanti was too exhausted and discouraged to offer any more resistance. cowering sideways to the ropes, Ashanti crumbled under a barrage of chopping lefts and rights over her left shoulder into her jaw and ear - Millian baring her teeth and pouring it on until the ref had no choice but to step in. A blubbering, trembling Ashanti had quit on her feet, decisively battered by the hungrier vixen on the day.