Posted by Simguy on 04/09/2005

Before: "I was in Erica's shoes once," breezes Biel in prefight after showing up late, entourage in tow - Jessi starting to flex movie-star muscle these days. "I had a comfortable WB gig, could have gone on for years that way, but I wanted more. I took risks to be great, and here I am. I don't see that in Durance. I was unstoppable on the way up from TV, I took that extra step because I'm special. Erica's...well, Erica's just another good WB fighter about to get her ass kicked - that's how she'll be remembered."

Durance visibly irritated - Jessica getting under girls' skins these days with abrasive attitude - Erica's not amused. "Hey, I saw 'Summer Catch'," Durance quips, "trust me babe, you're nothing special!" Pause for press-corp guffaws - sweet glance from Erica to fuming Biel. "Seriously though, we all know Jessica can fight, but you know what? What she did to Cat Bell was flat out wrong and I can tell you, as a fighter, Jessica's a marked woman because of it. I'm afraid I'm going to have to beat Jessica up. Bad. Maybe they'll make a movie out of it: 'Million Dollar Beat Down'. Jessica can star."

Title eliminator, two very adept contenders - Jessica in electric baby blue bikini, blonde hair up, messy - Erica in puncher's ponytail, shades-of-blue setting sun motif bikini.

During R1: Biel showing respect, probing, testing. Wide stance for Jess, little adjustments with her toes navigating her in, out and around. Hands: Jessi's got her right at her chin, left at her hip. Offensively - Jessica's spotting the snappy upjab body and head, circling around it, looking to hook off it; Jess just feinting the right hand, looking like she'll dart in, then stepping around, guaging Durance' reactions. Defensively, Biel bending at the waist, showing a supple upperbody, good lateral movement. Erica upright, hands up, parrying with her right mitt up top, using her left to sweep Jessica's jab away from tummy, pivoting to keep Jess in front of her. Durance reactive, not showing any cards - round by default goes to more assertive Biel.

R2: Quick hands Durance: she swat-cuffs hook to ear, startling Jessica, botching her slash-attack - chopping right hand on the chin PUTS BIEL DOWN! Jessica caught clip-clap, stutter stepping, stumbling to all fours - she's up quickly, blushing crimson, anxious to show she's not hurt. Jessica furious, lunges straight at Durance: Erica calmly fading back, spitting her jab to eat up the pressure, then answering with rifle right hands pounding off Biel's mouth, driving her backward. Muscular hounding pressure along the perimeter as Durance steps with, tracking Jess a HARD jab to forehead, strafing her vicious crosses and hooks - Biel scattering to her right, clearing her head. Biel showing veteran savvy late - ducking low under Durance' right hands, easing up into a beefy clinch - Jess exits a dangerous round in good shape. 10-8 nonetheless, Erica D.

R3: Biel serious, workmanlike. Plenty of feints, spicy jabs - Erica cozened into a tentative wait-and-see mode, blocking stick, looking to time Jessica's rush. Jess never brings the blitz - she's content to circle, work the jab, hook-and-pivot to her left - veteran taking care to even up the cards before trying a more adventurous strategy.

R4: Corner wants Durance to step up the pressure, don't default the rounds to Biel - Erica responds. Durance pumping her own jab, ponytail dancing, right hands flowing off her shoulder - trouble it, Jessica's just not available. Gorgeous upperbody smooth from Biel - she bends, twists, pivots, adjusts her stance-width to change distance - she coaxes Erica forward and midway through, she starts making Durance pay. Biel SCORCHING chin some vicious stroking lefts and rights, pulling the shots off her hips in rising arcs, muscles of her neck and chest taut as she rip-slashes her shots - Erica catching gobsmack, frequently staggered, but weathering it stubborn-chinned. Jessica taunting hurt prey, potshotting, cuffing, then wheeling left or right - groggy Erica hands at cheeks, turning stiffly, brazens it out as she withstands Jessica's finest leather.

R5: Jab...jab...feint-RIGHT HAND! Jessica lights Erica up the hesitation cross - Durance stepping in fence post holes, face in gloves as she leans forward: Biel drops her hands, face glowing with pleasure as she eases her pelvis onto Erica's right hip, bumping and grinding a moment before disengaging. Jab...jab...feint-HOOK - stoop and jab that belly, scoot to the right, lunge back in with the overhand right - Biel putting on a circus act as Durance struggles to shake off hurt. Tactless showboating from Jessica - she's dropping her hands, mugging at Erica, delighting in making her miss, sneaking in underneath to get round behind with a saucy hand at Durance' belly for ref's breaks. While she's cuddling up from behind, Jessica will gulp her hips at Erica's backside - drawing wild cheers with the suggestive dry humping motion and devil-may-care grin - Erica fretting, blushing, embarrassed. Some boos - this is a little crass and Erica's a well-liked, classy brunette in the Cat Bell mold. Shabby or not - it's a shutout fifth, Biel.

R6: Biel in charge of tempo - sometimes she'll lift her mitts, step and box conventionally - sometimes she'll dangle the left hand, point her left shoulder to counterpunch or potshot. Biel masterful with the belly-jab, backhanding it in there, stepping around - she's keeping Erica off balance, waiting her turn. Jessica choosy with the right hand leads and lunges - she's scoring, but she's not reckless - she'll circle, feint, make sure of Durance before committing. Erica able to sponge everything Jessica's throwing, but Durance lumping up, tentative - she's getting outclassed midring, unable to impose herself the way she'd like.

R7: Biel's upperbody moves blending with her punching - supple crouches and twists setting up swiping lefts and rights - Durance getting tagged, grimly hanging in there. Jess touches the body hard hooks, packing right hands this round, able to get off thick, step to the side as Durance grunts, takes, dukes at her face. Jessica rotating, putting punches together, down the stretch she's finally got Erica swaying. Left uppercut splits the mitts, rocks Durance head back - Jessica hops in the mop up right, sweeps that rising left off her hip, belting Erica ropeside in a fog. Durance lolling over top rope, eyelashes fluttering - Jessica able to slither in close, swipe her lefts and rights off her hips across Durance' chin - stunning power sends Erica reeling to her right and DOWN! Erica sprawling on her front like she's sliding into second - she regroups on all fours, shaking her head as Jessica struts past, hands held high. Durance beating the count, dimly staring at the ref as midring, Biel with hands at her side does a funky little shoulder-shimmying dance step. Boos: Jessica grinning, bowing as she dresses up Durance in the 7th.

R8: Erica resolute - busted up and embarrassed, she's still dangerous. Erica pumping the jab, tracking Jessica for the first time, channelling and pre-empting her - Biel backing off awkwardly, forced to circle wide. Durance stalking, pressing Jess along the perimeter, stepping in to rifle jabs to forehead. Biel bewildered, obviously feeling like she'd reduced Erica: Durance showing resilience, durability in buckets - enough to wipe the smarmy grin off Biel's face.

R9: Hot boxing midring - both girls working off the jab, trying to put punches together - good two way trade. Biel the quicker-mitted girl, also the more supple-bodied - she's getting the better of it as Durance is missing a higher percentage, leaving openings for the former champ's clever mitts. Jessica still dictating with her feet, constantly pivoting, stepping to turn either Durance flank. Jessica's feints creating just enough hesitation in Erica - Biel's timing, rhythm dominating Erica's. Licking, sinewy hooks and sudden, rifling right hands - Biel puts it all together to reassert herself in a competitive 9th.

R10: Jessica Biel tunes Erica Durance up, gives WB beauty one of the worst rounds of her career in the tenth. Starts seconds in - Biel twisting up out of a tight crouch, right at her cheek, beats Erica to hooks - Durance' left sails, her knees lock up, hyperextending as she storks around like she's on stilts - ramshackle brunette clatters into ropes all wobbly butt. Biel goes to work...

Jess grinning, left at her thigh, right tight to her chest, she bends forward at the waist, neatly bobbing and weaving Erica's weak, waving shots off the ropes. All right hands - Biel dipping left to pull a right wide to Durance' stunned breasts; Biel bobbing under Erica's pokey right, answering back a moist right uppercut to jug; stamping straight right hand flat on rack, duck-down to avoid the receipt - supple superiority demonstrated, poor Erica can't stop the potshot-mugging...

Middle minute - Jessica crowding Erica at the ropes, putting a body on her, bullying. Biel in close, just tapping Durance in the body, just touching her, both hands, then RIPPING the left uppercut. Erica reeling, feet dug in - face blasts up and back from her protective gloves, then lolls into position for the follow up left uppie - Biel beaming as it's all so easy at this point...

Down the stretch, Biel unleashes - goes for the KO. Durance spills to her right along the ropes, destitute now, defence shredded - all that's holding her up are world class legs and can't-quit heart. Jess with slashing, vicious shots off her hips, torquing at the waist to pull swiping lefts and rights across Erica's face - thrilling, devastating bombardment belts Erica to a neutral corner. Crowd screaming - blistering lefts and rights just raking Erica's face and tits - she sits dreamy on turnbuckle, staring mute into punishment. BELL! Erica jazzed, all rung up, but refusing to go down - Biel thrusting her mitts skyward and stomping away - she's the clear UD10 victrix.

After: Biel demolishing a tough, skilled brunette - her second such conquest in a row - slump a distant memory at this point as Jess regains that Zab Judah form. Glorious victory tainted when Biel marches into Durance' corner demanding tribute - she's pulling Erica up by her wrists when Kate Bosworth shoves her shoulder - Jess INSTANTLY labels Bos a TOTALLY uncalled-for right on the chin, dropping startled blonde to canvas. Little scrapper Vanessa Marcil rushes in from the right, grabbing up around Jessi's leg - Biel reaches around her with a gut-wrench, heaves her writhing frame onto Kate as blonde attempts to rise. Battered Durance off her stool, wobbles into Biel, clinching her weak up top: Jessica goes bareknuckle to breadbasket, shoulders rotating, fists churning, crumpling Erica up double as officials FINALLY move in to restore order. HMK'rs held back - Biel struggling to free herself so she can fight an entire stable single handed - Jess making friends and influencing people all over the FCBA in recent outings.