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11 November 2009 Eliza Dushku vs Olivia Munn

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Posted by simguy on 11/11/2009, 5:52 pm

BEFORE: "MUNN WANT TO SMASH!" Olivia quips at the podium, playing to her comic-geek constituency. "Eliza's gotta be my favourite whuppin' post - you know, all used-to-be-bad, still trying to scowl her way through trouble. I shattered the Dushku mystique earlier this year: now I'm just gonna absolutely flatten this chick. For those of you who thought you'd never see Eliza Dushku grovelling in the ring: just wait. I'm makin' it happen!" Dushku non-plussed: rocked and stopped last time out against Olivia, Eliza's a beauty on a mission. "The cheaper the tramp, the gaudier the patter," Dushku breezes in prefight. "Look - Munn's done well her first time through the order. She's proved-up her rep: she's a badass and most of us recognize that. But Olivia Munn is a long, long way from the hall of fame. We're on to her now: we get it. I'm drawing a line in the ring, and I'm not letting Munn get past it. Right here and right now is where Olivia starts to get set back. Now we're really going to find out what she's made of." Olivia in black bikini - long black hair loose and straight; small black work out mitts. Dushku in crimson leather bikini; small red work out mitts; curly high ponytail with ringlets framing face.

During R1: Olivia swinging from her pockets: Dushku ducking in and down, looking to be inside the arc of Munn's swings. Eliza making Oli miss over the top, then answering back snik-snak across the ribs or chup-chup against the tummy - employing both hands in rapid swats. Eliza scoring, ducking, pivoting left around planted left heel, staying low as Munn's blasting away, then tucking into that robust video-game-playing torso. Nip/tuck punch n' slip from Dushku: Olivia touched up tasty to body, bell to bell.

R2: Olivia snarling, swinging from the pockets: Eliza continues to come in low, do work well inside Munn's reach. Olivia grunting as she swings - punches curving over Dushku's back as E crouches: Dushku able to attack exposed flanks off Munn's misses. Dushku pivoting mostly left - occasionally changing directions to step right while jabbing Munn's breasts. Eliza careful to be all the way out or all the way in, changing levels and angles. Dushku hard-eyed, tight-lipped as she operates: razor-sharp focus adds up to another Dushku shutout.

R3: Munn altering trajectory on wide swings - striking Eliza about her hips as Dushku crouches close. Dushku well-protected moving in, then ripping at the Munn tummy: tic-tac-toe punching backing bigger girl up. Munn snarling, hurling punches: Eliza able to slip, or cover up to receive shots in good defensive form on her sides. Olivia answering volume with power to fight Eliza to a standstill for two minutes: Dushku chopping her way in close, outworking Munn on the inside late. Sheriff shrugging her shoulders, clouting and scrubbing Munn's breasts - putting her ropeside. Olivia a confused beauty at the bell - trying to cover up as Eliza applies polish to jug.

R4: Munn swinging wide, brawling roundhouses - spooking Dushku out of her stance. Eliza forced to the perimeter, evading Munn's power with footwork for a minute, but slowly running out of ring. Olivia slamming away on Dushku's flanks through middle minute: Eliza breathing through pursed lips, hands at her brows as toned little body ships shellack. Munn strong down the stretch - pushing Eliza into ropes, bodying up as necesary - then slopping on the harm. Dushku battered - employs clever clinches to bring in ref/run the clock to bell.

R5: Dushku slipping in low and close - hustling leather into Munn's tummy and jugs - then sidestepping to the left. Second minute - Dushku changes tack - putting on a Kelly Hu look as she drops the left hand, points the left shoulder and starts rotating counter-clockwise. Potshotting lead right hands from Dushku - pinpoint strikes to belly, breasts, face...Munn frowning, hands up, weight on back (right) foot as she deciphers the look. Stiff right hand between mitts knocks Munn's head back, loosens her up: Eliza triggering an immediate right hand follow up to face, followed by clawing hook across the tummy. Munn stumbles away wobbly butt - look of concern on her face she shows earmuff. Dushku feinting, coming in with the lead right; dipping left over her left (front) foot; hook-hooking Munn up under her right elbow. Masterful stuff from Eliza: combining her own style with Hu and a little Danes to completely contain Munn through 5.

R6: Munn trying to pour pressure to Eliza early: Dushku fades out of range, sidesteps to turn her foe, ducks low on approach and digs at tender tummy flesh off Munn's misses. Olivia huffing and puffing, finally backing off: Eliza goes to the Hu look, closing up stance, rotating right while spotting jabs body and head. Munn nibbled and vexed - she loses her temper, goes over to offence again late: missing as Eliza either legs out of range or slips in under the power. Dushku viciously digging at Munn's ribs and tummy via close-in, ripping hooks: small gloves gouging and denting Olivia's torso-meat with snap-snatching delivery. Final seconds, weary Olivia steps back panting: Sheriff hops-to with a hook-to-chin, swiveling Munn's head and setting her staggering on her heels. Munn dazed, on the ropes at the bell: Eliza looking her over all hungry-eyed. Olivia shabby en route to her corner: Eliza adds to Munn's woes with a saucy open-hand right clap to buttock - Dushku sending Olivia back to her corner SCOLDED.

R7: Munn still throwing hard, but volume dropping: she's starting to gas out. Dushku crisp, eyes bright: she's waiting on Munn's swings, timing 'em, countering or pre-empting 'em. Eliza in and out, keeping it quick n' classy: vicious, digging work to belly-beef; clawing clouts across jugs; sudden lead right/hook combos to Munn's face. Olivia staggering under accumulation: Dushku never over-committing, not loading up - just scoring quick, compact punches in bunches. Down the stretch, Munn mouthbreathing, face lumping up nicely: series of abrupt, tart rights and lefts to head have Munn suddenly stepping in fence post holes. Reeling Olivia helpless: Eliza steps in with that short Shane Mosley palm-down hook to chin and SITS MUNN DOWN! Crowd on it's feet as Olivia scoots to a stop, eyes all glassy with wonder. Dushku smoldering with satisfaction, forcing eye contact, toned little body vibrating with exultation at the sight of distressed Olivia.

R8: Munn sluggish, busting up: Eliza no longer waiting to counter - she goes over to offence with gusto. Dushku cold-blooded on the attack - pulsing lead right hands to Munn's face; hooking Munn's ribs/tummy; dippin'-n'-diggin' left uppercuts to sternum. Munn ashen faced, huffing and puffing: she's sturdy at the weight, but Eliza's been on that torso all night long. Ringing face punches bounce off Munn's noggin: she's loosening under the assault, staggering, often disorganized. Withering, sustained pursuit visibly degrading sexpot brunette until again, hop-in short hook to chops blows her to her buns! Olivia blinking in swoon, sitting up prettily as Dushku stalks past: Eliza setting a blazing pace, easily surpassing her career-best 8th round punchstat numbers.

R9: Dushku attacks, punching her way into Munn with short rights/biting left hooks, mixin' it up body and head. Olivia battered to ropes: she firms, digs in at apron - THEY'RE TRADING TOE TO TOE! Hammer and tongs - Eliza blazing away, easily outpacing her foe, but Munn staying compact, answering thick, brawny right or left uppercuts. Olivia's weight of shot begins to tell: Dushku backing off, wincing from several thudding right hands in her ribs. Munn able to wade forward for the first time in many minutes, walking Dushku down as Eliza legs out the round.

R10: Eliza stitching her way in with double and triple left jabs - working over Munn's right side, then ripping her up in combination. Olivia peppered about her breasts and face - just cuffed and buffetted as she tries to hold her ground. Dushku possessed: eyes hard, lips pursed as she bounces fists off hated Munn-meat: Olivia busting up about her brows, cut inside her mouth from the torrent of Dushku blows. Munn resolute: she's battered through two minutes, but facing into it...down the stretch she starts to answer. Girls trade hooks...Dushku's legs give a shimmy...she's hurt, tries to clinch. Munn pushes Eliza off, leans into her a crashing right cross and DOWN GOES DUSHKU! Head torqued hard to starboard - Dushku's blown to her back, bringing crowd to collective feet. Swaying 8, Eliza: hundred-fight ace swaying in the wind, blinking, trying to collect herself as MUNN WADES IN! OH THE HUMANITY! Olivia unleashing - teeth bared as she tilts side to side, sloshing on the harm. Dushku struck upside the head, draped helpless against the ropes: SHE'S OUT ON HER FEET. Another crashing right to the jaw...ANOTHER...Dushku swooning to her right and SHE'S DOWN! Seconds left - Munn roaring at Eliza to stay down...Dushku reaching for ropes, pulls herself up, beats the count. Munn wades in, BURYING a right hand deep to gut, folding Eliza up at the bell. Dushku butt-in-ropes, stunned and ruined: Munn reeling, screeching in triumph but it's too little, too late. Comes back comfy UD10, Eliza Dushku!

AFter: Harsh words exchanged as Dushku recovers her senses and Munn demands a recount: all Olivia remembers is her 10th round onslaught. "It gets tougher from here on in," Eliza warns in postfight. "Munn's an easy read for me. She caught me, but I'd wicked away her power by that point: she didn't have enough to finish. I'm fine with giving up a late round to her: as long as I've touched her up consistently, she'll always be mine. Her torso's gonna be black and blue for about two weeks: I love leaving a girl with something to remember me by!"