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Before: "A pound of me for every pound of her," Claire says of her decision to move up and face Eliza on Dushku's chosen ground. "No games; no little manipulations or strategems - just Claire-flesh versus Eliza-flesh. The truth is, I've been Alpha for a long time - Eliza knows that, intellectually. Now I just have to make her feel it." Dushku smirking throughout, taking podium with a wry look. "Let me translate for those of you who don't know what you're dealing with in Claire," Dushku grins. "When she says 'no games' - she means 'game on'. This whole meat-on-meat, just-us-bodies-in-collision routine of hers is a cover up for the fact that her last great plan backfired. Mish was supposed to take me down, and I KNOW Claire had plans to pounce Mish, thereby becoming Alpha without ever dealing with me directly. Classic Claire. I crushed Michelle as usual; Claire stayed in the weeds, but she never totally backed off. I know she's been biding her time; I'm just glad she's finally showing her cards. The worst thing about Danes isn't fighting her - it's trying to figure out when and how she's going to make her move. Hard part's over guys: now we do it my way."
Dushku in red leather bikini; small black work out gloves. Claire in black yoga top with thin straps, grey stretch cotton bottoms (boy leg); small black work out gloves.
During R1: Eliza leaning in with her head against Claire's guard - Dushku bat-banging straight-arm rights and lefts against Claire's toned ribcage at the open. Claire wide-eyed, pulls back in alarm: Eliza lunges, hooks, clips chin, DROPS CLAIRE TO HER BUNS! Danes scooting to a stop, blinking in astonishment: smouldering glare, curt nod from Dushku. Resume: Danes wheeling madly to her right: Eliza spitting jabs, scooting into position, viciously carving body both hands. Danes scampering, then understanding at last: there's no escaping this. Grim defiance at apron as Claire digs in, lowers her shoulder, pushes into Eliza and begins work. Hardhearted stuff - girls staying compact, nudging and rubbing, dipping and RIPPING cruel licks to taut bodies. Bell: hard grin Eliza as she pulls back; Claire wincing, ribcage nice and pink already.
R2: Eliza pouring back into Claire - spitting jabs to close, then bat-banging the body. Dushku leaning in with her head, unleashing hands in right/left volleys - the arms straight, stiff on shivering contact. Claire grimacing, using her shoulder to bump, then sliding to either side...SHE'S ripping well to body, principally via supple, gouging left uppercuts. Danes bumping to disengage and walk away, but Eliza quickly closing with rapid jabbing and scooting footwork: Dushku clearly wants to be inside and on Claire's body tonight.
R3: Renegotiations midring. Claire: jab; smooth pivot 45 degrees left; lean back onto right (back) leg; bend forward at waist, shift weight to left leg; tip to the left while swinging a limber right over top; pivot left, jabbing to cover. Net result - couple of scoring touches for Claire; several swishing swings from Dushku, all misses. Eliza's eyes narrowing: she tightens up stroke in middle minute - looking to jot the stamp-style lead right, dabbing with her jab: she makes tepid contact as Claire's weaving, rolling, pivoting. That's the way of it; Danes successfully lowers the intensity of exchanges, gets a little distance, starts making Eliza miss, while banking the extra touch.
R4: Similar cagey, spy-vs-spy baiting and switching. Dushku attacking, but cautious, not wanting to be sidestepped or countered. She's dotting straight, poking rights and lefts, just trying to make contact - setting down on the odd hook to Claire's liver when it's there. Danes keying off her jabs and pivots, changing levels, shifting weight foot to foot, touching Dushku either hand. Eliza busier - she's not hurting Claire with this stuff, but she's managing her well, tapping at her guard, digging occasional tuff shots to body for points.
R5: Same again - midring action in gentle clockwise loops as Claire wheel-pivots, working her magic. Blonde jab now established to Eliza's face, applying polish. Claire distributing jabs to Eliza's breasts as well - small glove spanking brightly against plump density of firm fat. Claire's own hook to Eliza's right flank a rangy wonder - Danes popping hips, catching Eliza stout, pivoting left around the punch. Feints set up hesitation right hands square to Dushku's face...Eliza unhurt, but head rocking back all the same, and no receipt as Claire's not there. Dushku able to connect with short, straight pokes, but her power-crosses and hooks all miss the mark: Danes slowly imposing her will on proceedings as Eliza's nibbled for points.
CONCLUSION
Posted by simguy on 5/15/2009, 5:58 pm, in reply to "Claire Danes vs Eliza Dushku"
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R6: Another good round for Claire spoiled late as Dushku rediscovers blonde breadbasket with banging gusto. Eliza leaning in with face against Claire's guard - arms swinging underneath. Pulverizing beat of blows against Claire's well-conditioned ribs buckles blonde knees, forces fight's first clinches. Danes in visible distress, tying up around Dushku's muscular limbs: Claire grimacing, lips parted. Eliza walking Claire to ropes in the grasp, pushing her way clear before ref's break: Dushku squares, digs at torso via rigid right/left roundhouses. Nothing for Claire to do but suffer: she covers up, ships her beating to bell as Dushku steals the heat.
R7: Claire feints, drills a hesitation straight right up the middle, punching Eliza's head violently back. Ripping hook to abs/pivot-left: Claire rattles Eliza's cage in answer to Dushku's blazing 6th. Flicking double-jab knocks at Eliza's pate as Claire pivots-left: blonde dives in, scoring righty to face as Dushku turns, takes. Flurry amidships bunches Eliza up: Claire just rolling her shoulders and blazing away in flyweight Hup-Hup...then she's pivoting left, reaching out and tapping calling-card jabs to Eliza's right eye. Dushku all lit up, but shaking it off: by the second minute she's walking Claire down, retaking the initiative. Danes gambling that she's done enough: she takes to her bicycle, roaming the ring all limber and sleek, forcing Eliza to give chase. Claire employing Muay Thai clinches behind Dushku's neck, pulling and spinning Eliza when Dushku closes. Ref barks warnings, but Claire does what she must to relieve pressure.
R8: Series of set-piece duels all around the ring: Claire stepping to spots, luring Eliza in, engaging, then disengaging at will. Danes unafraid to exchange as long as she sets the terms: she's shoeshining underneath, lapping her fists against Eliza's stoney abs, firm melons - just tidying up. Dushku pre-empted, but banging back in spots: left hook finding it's way in behind Claire's right elbow. Danes dictating the points, outhustling Eliza, mesmerizing her: Dushku starting to fall into a rhythm prescribed for her by Danes. Bell: Eliza's right eye really looking puffy and sore; face is scuffed, punished.
R9: Same again...Claire stepping to spots, walking Eliza in, flurrying against her, turning her, disengaging to reset. Dushku unhurt - face grim as she repeatedly walks Claire down...but she's munching leather, getting touched, stroked - and not every punch is a slap. Claire fitting in the odd serious left uppercut snug to solar plexus; slashing palm-up hooks and right hands across Dushku's jawlines in close. Eliza occasionally buffetted off stance as Claire gets in sinewy licks amongst all the taps and nibbles. Bell: Eliza looking a little rumpled, a little deflated...she's being bamboozled, but can't break Claire's tempo.
R10: Claire turns puncher, pre-empting Eliza with a lunging one-two up top. With Dushku covering up, Claire sets weight on left leg and REEFS left uppercut to body. "GAHHH!" groan of pain Eliza Dushku as Claire's bitter little mitt digs home: brunette backs away in crouch and TAKES A KNEE! Claire suddenly feral, eyes blazing as she shrieks "YES!" She strides around her rival with hands on hips, chest heaving. You can see it on Claire's hungry face: this might be the highlight of her career, downing Eliza with a body blow. Dushku up for her 8, trembling with hurt and rising anxiety: she rallies, nodding angrily when ref checks her condition. Resume: Claire maintains aggression - leading right hands to drive Dushku ropeside, forcing Eliza to cover up earmuff. It's Dushku against ropes - repeat, Dushku against ropes - hands at temples, rolling her torso as Claire squares away to work. Danes licking her lips, eyes dancing: she's all limber and relaxed, popping hips-right as she strokes hooks to flank; lowering her shoulders to roll mitts against Eliza's aching breadbasket; working up torso to fluff those jugs; tipping side to side to swipe palm-up clappers either side of Eliza's jaw. Dushku taking it tough, but she's a confused beauty - switching from earmuff to sullen crossed atm and back as Claire gets off. Down the stretch, Claire pokes in straight lefts and rights to guard, building in intensity to buffett apart the defences...then she's scoring to Eliza's breasts, reaping them. Dushku slouching stunned into ropes, face aghast: she's giving up jug to Claire-freaking-Danes. Bell to bell Danes: thoroughly demoralized Eliza physically able to compete, but mentally surrounded as blonde sorceress casts her spell. Goes to cards - Claire's hand is raised; Dushku bleak-eyed, ashen-faced, staring as she goes down UD10.
After: Sheriff shackled: Claire breaking down for a moment with hands on her face, just drinking in the moment. Eliza in a fog: blazing start fizzles against Danes' unshakeable composure and execution. Dushku simply spellbound tonight, and shipping a hard beating in the 10th to remove any lingering doubts: it's the biggest shakeup of the HISC heirarchy since the departure of Jennifer Garner. "I just confirmed what we've already known for some time," Claire says in postfight. "Can't wait for Michelle to get back - she's going to love this. It was never in doubt - even when she dropped me early, I was thinking, 'I'm good, I'm fine - I'm not hurt' - then it was a matter of breaking Eliza down mentally. Answering the knockdown was crucial: if I hadn't, she'd be bytching about getting robbed - I HAD to bend her knee in this one. By the end, I was battering her...I'd convinced her that she couldn't win - she was still punching hard and still had weapons, but she couldn't get out of the rhythm I'd laid down for her. And that was it. Once I get between your ears, you are mine - end of story."
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