UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE

Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 2/2/2007, 6:19 am.

Before: “I’m expecting an absolute war,” Rachel McAdams says of her upcoming defence against A-Mack. “Allison’s come into her own and she’s fighting with a ton of confidence right now. There won’t be one easy second in the whole fight for me, and that’s why I’m pleased to announce that I’ve asked Dani Fishel to help my camp get prepared for this challenge (gestures to a grinning front-row Dani—Fishel relishing the opportunity to mimic Mack for Rachel, giving Ali a dose of her own medicine). Good sparring has been an essential component of my title reign so far, and I know with Dani that I’m getting the best Allison Mack Look available.” Allison visibly shaken: classic Rachel Mac, forcing an opponent to psychologically fight a two-front war going into the biggest fight of her life. “I know Rachel the fighter better than anybody,” says Mack at the podium, “{I know her strengths and weaknesses and although I respect her, I’m not intimidated by her. She knows what she’s going to get from me: I know what to expect from her. Its gonna be a hell of a collision and all I can say it: may the better woman win.”

Rachel in Maple-leaf motif sport top, solid red trunks, two-toned red/white mid-calf boxing boots with tassels—red gloves. White knuckle bars. Allison in sporty bikini (yellow top, evergreen trunks), two-toned green/yellow mid-calf boxing boots with tassels, yellow gloves. Girls touch’em up without incident—just a couple of solid pros testing each other without histrionics tonight.

During R1: Rachel efficiently on top, jabbing stiff, right hand held near her cheek as she pivots left. Allison bobbing and weaving, parrying punches, unable to crouch in close:

McAdams is dropping firm right hands off the jab in textbook fashion. Rache keeping it up-tempo, stepping around her foe, dictating terms—very systematic, incremental domination being imposed. Down the stretch, McAdams in such a smooth groove she doubles up the jab to Ali’s forehead, drops a clean right cross to chin in brisk success: MACK GOIES DOWN! Flash knockdown—Ali set up so cleanly, dropped to her knees so professionally she scarcely knows what’s happened. Mack up and bouncing atb the bell, shaking her pretty head—classic shutout w/knockdown, Rachel.

R2: Rache back on top with punishing jabs—a screen of them laid down as McAdams gets her footwork in time, patiently swiveling around hemmed-in blonde. Allison frowning, bobbing and weaving, hands agitated as she switches from earmuff to crossed-arm looks. Rache adding to the menu—all very calculated and precise: right crosses now frequently followed up with a thick, sumptuous hooks in behind Mack’s right elbow; left uppercuts off the front (left) foot; timing hook to ear, followed by the digging hook to live ala Neve Campbell,. Allison turning, getting pre-empted, unable to find her balance or comfort zone—she’s really getting bamboozled here. Mack/s taking a good shot, and she’s defensively very sound—hard to tag her clean: Rachel content to throw a blanket over her foe and post another hard-working shutout.

R3: Allison jabs: fight gets more competitive, Allison with no frills, Rachel McAdams style stick—hard, stiff, jolting—Mack using it to close range, then banging the McAdams torso with authority. Thudding harm done via crisp, bashing rights and lefts to Rachel’s ribcage—breathless champ backing to ropes, covering up dukes-at-temples as Allison establishes position. Hardscrabble blonde banging here—Mack looking to jab, then use her left arm to trap Rachel’s right, then working the champ over via close-in, jerking right uppercuts. Not pretty, but it’s one-sided—McAdams grimacing as she’s bullied, held-and-hit—ref letting it go because Mack is staying busy with the right hand, Rachel steadily beaten to her belly, ribs and chest—Ali occasionally going chin with the bright hand as McAdams is drooping forward.

R4: Body attacks softened Rachel up: she’s wincing, footwork not as slick this round—Allison able to scoot-to behind her jab, get on top and work. McAdams face jolting back from hot poke—she’s backing up when Ali steps-with, leans in a blunt right to chin and DROPS MCADAMS TO HER BACK! Sudden thunder brings crowd roaring to it’s collective feet: Rachel picking head woozy off canvas, blinking—she’s hurt. Mack batting mitts together as she paces neutral corner—Rache takes her 8,. Then covers up tights as HERE COMES ALI! TORRID beatdown—Mack to McAdams, stocky blonde pushing her head in between Rachel’s mitts, jostling and pressing to prop, then DIGGING vicious hooks into Rachel’s flank and midriff. McAdams suffering, groaning as she wilts forward—body sounding out with thick meaty spanks as Mack heaps on. Ali bull-strong, fighting off Rachel’s chest, trapping one arm while working the free mitt to torso and tummy—just a constant swarming pressure. Gut check Rachel: she’s just taking punches here, can’t use her skills to negate Allison—Mack gets a good, hard look at the champ in the fourth.

R5: Allison pumping that stiff, jarring jab: she puts Rachel ropeside, then squirms in to pile on, Thudding hurt applied to McAdams—Rachel ashen faced, lips parted as she desperately tries to toe up brawny blonde arms. Mack grinding away with the top of her head under Rachel’s chin—Mack’s hands pushing at Rachel’s biceps, pawing Rachel’s hands down—Mack’s punches erupting in bursts, shaking the McAdams torso. Crowd squealing and groaning in sympathy whenever Mack rips her best hook to Rachel’s quivering middle, or digs away those hold-and-hit right uppercuts, bunching shabby champ up,. Wall to wall Allison—blonde just smearing redhead on ropes and plastering on the punishment. Bell: Rachel blinking back tears, visibly broken down, bleeding from the nose—Allison beaming en route to her corner as she forcibly takes the first half of the fight.

During break—Dani comes out of the crowd to shout encouragement to McAdams from the floor directly below McAdams’ corner.

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Posted by Simguy on 2/2/2007, 6:21 am.

R6: Champ firms as she has throughout her reign, gets back to basics. Stiff, pumping jab knocking against Mack’s face, suppressed blonde poke this round. Sharp, sudden right crosses finding the mark—Ali facing into them, reacting late. McAdams working Ali’s right side with a venomous hook, even tucking in that Neve-like little stroke to liver with the same shoulder-dip and hip action. Rachel also pounding lefts and rights against Mack’s arms whenever blonde stands still to receive: Dani Fishel whistling in approval whenever the tactic is employed. Late in the round, McAdams unveils yet another punch—an evil, sidearm right pitched to the pit of Allison Mack’s belly: Rachel stepping in, crippling Ali with it, backing blonde breathless to ropes. Mack in bad shape, hugging her midsection as she sits cramped-up in ropes, blinking back tears: Rachel squares away, sets her feet and pumps alternating rights and lefts against her foe’s body to the bell.

R7: Rachel out with the jab, just pounding poke to Ali, sidestepping the blonde, bringing her to heel. Then it’s the right cross, the left hook, the left uppercut, the clubbing work to either blonde arm—McAdams just parceling out of the powerpunches as she sets her girl up. Mack fielding an increasingly high percentage of shots, and she’s starting to  back up, unable to hold canvas against the withering hurt. McAdams advancing hard-eyed, really extending on shots now, driving into Mack with thudding leverage. OH that right hand to belly: Rachel stepping in with it, carrying it thick and merciless to the pit of Allison’s stomach. Mack sobbing aloud, crumpling forward around the shot, then backing away with arms crossed against her body, McAdams absolutely ruthless in pursuit, walking her girl down to ropes, then going viciously, resolutely, repeatedly to the midsection—both arms pumping, then she pushes Ali in her shoulders to reset. Lavish bombardment—Rachel stepping it up to Ali’s ribs and tummy—redhead just leaning chin out over blonde shoulder, letting hands go underneath as blonde sits in ropes and soaks. Bell: Allison crying, hugging her midsection as she limps back to port. Rachel all business back to her corner; Dani standing nearby, clapping, whistling, clearly enjoying the turn of events.

R8: Same again. Rachel employing brutal no-nonsense efficiency to the task of breaking Mack down. First minute jab smashes at blonde defences, keeping Mack huddled up and defensive—then Rachel mixes in the powerpunching. Mack’s drowsy face all shiny, lumped up—she’s staring into the right cross now, fielding it clean, McAdams enjoying hook supremacy as she treats herself to Mack’s right side via batting, tucked-in left hands: Allison groaning, cringing forward , so tender in her stomach at this point, But the issue is being settled by those withering right hand blasts to the pit of Allison’s belly—Rachel working hard to get the opening, then pouring everything she’s got into these gutbusting bombs, Allison no longer taking the punch well at all—screaming upon impact, cramping up, right foot jerking up off the canvas as she immediately hugs her gut: then she’s a helpless vixen as Rachel pounds away lefts and rights against the head and shoulders of her retreating foe. Round finishes up with Mack taking a terrible beating in the ropes: Rachel just squared away, elbows in, tearin’ it up tidy at the bell.

R9: More of it—every round the same; assembly line boxing from McAdams as she’s simply processing Mack at this point. Crippled to her body, unable to recover during the breaks, Allison can’t punch, can’t get away, and can’t keep Rachel fro going over and over and over to breadbasket. McAdams KNOWS she’s winning the fight down there—grim realization in both corners—hard delight in Dani’s eyes: this is tough to watch. Rachel deposits another of those slinging, bombastic right hands in the pit of Allison’s stomach—this time dislodging blonde mouthpiece as Mack cries out “UHHHHH!” Mack driven to the ropes and mercilessly bludgeoned—but there’s signs of life. Allison stubbornly flailing back arm punches—a sad parody of the kind of punching we’re used to seeing from her. Nevertheless—just enough Mack output to forestall referee intervention.

R10: More Allison offence early—she tags Rachel a pair of stubby rights on the chin—just not enough on them to hurt McAdams now. Rache patiently through it, jabbing/hooking to loosen Ali up, then pitching in that devastating right to breadbasket again: Mack screaming, bunching up, refusing to go out to her tormentress. Allison bodied to the ropes, flanks batted and shellacked—but once again, plucky blonde finds the will to compete. Round ends to the sight of Mack pitching back stubby criss-cross lefts and rights as she sits in the ropes, defiant to the last. Comes back UD10 for the winner and STILL champ—Rachel McAdams.

After: McAdams turns back a determined challenge, and does it with perhaps the most vicious, accurate body punching of her entire career, Mack crippled, sitting on her stool and hugging herself in abject ruin: ahead after 5, the blonde simply had the fight systematically beaten out of her the rest of the way. “I owe a lot to Dani for helping us to analyze Allison’s game,” ever-gracious Rachel says in post-fight, giving credit where it’s due. “We realized Mack’s very strong on the flanks, but Fishel was sure we could get a Tia Carrere-like right hand in to the pit of the stomach and do damage—man, was she ever right! I just kept hurting Allison, really knocking the breath out of her, and then pouring on—it’ll started to snowball on her and she couldn’t keep me out.” McAdams umpteenth defence against the best available competition has pundits talking of this reign in the same breath as those of Dushku, Pressly, Connelly and Hu in years past: what’s mit going to take to pry the belts off this redhead’s waist?

Reposted by Archer 11/23/09.