Posted by Simguy on 7/10.2008, 11:32 pm.

Before: “Somebody wrote—of our last fight—that I pounded Rachel ‘into the ground like a tent peg’,” Missy chuckles in prefight, “Isn’t that a hoot? I loved seeing that because that’s the impression I want to leave in my fights—that there’s a clear line between me and the other girl—decisive victory, you know? Rachel’s a great fighter, but I will definitely be going for the jugular on her. You get up 2-0 on Rachel McAdams, and you must be doing something right!” Rachel composed as always during her podium-stand: “This is an important fight for me,” Rache acknowledges. “Missy’s a young, beautiful, rising fighter with tremendous lanky power and sweet skills to boot—a lot of people think that I can’t beat this sort of fighter any more. I’m here to prove those critics wrong. Missy’s a tremendous talent, but not only do I belong in the ring with her, I can and will—put her on her back!” Rachel in fun navy bikini with white polka dots; auburn hair; white gloves. Missy in bright green bikini, small pink gloves.

During R1: Missy quickly on top with a sterling jab—circling Rachel midring, peppering her. McAdams dukes-up, bobbing and weaving, turning on the spot—Rachel clearly having trouble early with the length and speed of her angular foe. Final minute—Missy’s all ranged in: she drills a twisting right cross off tart left jab, punching Rachel’s face one-two. Rache startled: Missy hooks her mouth wide, punches her chin a straight right hand: McAdams’ legs spasm, sending her reeling to the ropes, Rachel covers up earmuff, butt in ropes: Missy hops-to, cleans up with a blistering flurry—small mitts caroming off Rachel’s head and shoulders to bell. Easy-breezy shutout, Missy P.

R2: Missy stepping in the long, stiff jab—she’s got Rachel backpedalling early. Peregrym able to rifle home right crosses upstairs—penetrating Rachel’s defences, smiting her chin. McAdams shook at the minute mark—hurt repeatedly thereafter: Missy just walking her down lanky-girl, staying in touch with the jab, then reaming her righty. Rache stunned time and again—eyes forlorn as she stumbles around, trying to rally. Missy patient—dukes up, eyes alert, nice wide attack stance as she works behind the jab. Systematic pursuit + drilling power punches=10-8 Missy without the knockdown. Rachel busting up, cut in her moth—she’s blinking back tears of frustration as Missy roars out to the early lead.

R3: Missy just stepping-to Rachel with the jab, then unleashing that smooth, twisting right hand from the shoulder: glorious, straight blasts finding Rachel’s face with eerie accuracy. McAdams rocked and rocked again—constantly forced to bail out and walk around to find her legs, McAdams switching back in spots, trying to find Missy’s torso—but Peregrym’s legs keep her safe: Missy stitching in and out, sidestepping her foe, anticipating Rachel’s every moment. Crowd screaming midway through when Missy leans into her hardest right cross of the fight: Rachel’s head punched straight back, face momentarily turned to the ceiling. Down the stretch, McAdams manages to stand her ground at the ropes—ducking when Missy gets off, then answering tic-tocv to the ribcage. Feisty McAdams resistance denies Missy a shutout—Peregrym actually stepping out to regroup late.

R4: Rachel over to offence as Missy’s pace slows. McAdams unpacking her jab—doubling it up to get close, then ringing Missy up rights and lefts across ribcage and waist. Peregrym bunching up, keeping elbows in: she’s grunting—Rachel clearly getting to her. Rachel staying close—her head bumping into Missy’s raised guard: McAdams establishing the hook in behind Missy’s right elbow. Peregyrm grimacing—sidestepping to her left, but Rachel staying on her: good footwork from McAdams keeps Missy under pressure. Midway through, crescendo of batting, straight-arm rights and lefts shivers off Missy’s torso, wrenching a blurt of hurt from her lips: Peregrym issues fight’s first clinch as her long legs give a shimmy. Down the stretch, Rachel pressing her advantage—runs into a pepped up Missy P jab as Peregrym slides away in good order.

R5: Rachel continues to bore in, determined to seek victory vua Missy’s ribcage. Peregrym looking to get long—fading back while pumping stick, then driving in intercepting right hands as Rachel flows forward. Midway through, Missy gets it just right: wide, clapping hook followed by shirt, straight, drilling right hand sends Rachel to the deck: McAdams blinking, stunned on all fours as Missy strides on past. Final minute a harsh missy clean up as she rakes rights and lefts across Rachel’s front at the ropes. Mac’s sturdy legs trembling throughout, threatening to dump Rachel on her glutes to the bell. During the break—Missy’s corner reminds her to test the McAdams gut when Rachel’s hurt.

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Posted by Simguy on 7/10.2008, 11:32 pm.

R6: Missy back in control. Early one-0two stuns Rachel, has her wobbly butt: Missy immediately leans in on front foot, pops her hips and rips a pair of vicious left hooks to her foe’s breadbasket.. Rachel cringes, folding forward: Missy curls a right uppercut off overhanging McAdams’ scalp, then reaches the right arm out to the side in preparation for a stinging buggy-whip sidearm in above Rachel’s left hip. Rachel groaning, stooping forward: Missy dips her left shoulder, rips a rangy left uppercut to the midsection off the front (left) foot. Peregrym snatching at tummy here, then bringing the mitt back quick to her own chest to rest. That’s the way of it: Rachel hurt to the body, mincing her way forward: Missy helping herself with hooks, uppercuts and buggywhips—stepping to the side, luring Rachel forward as required. Shutout Missy sends McAdams throbbing back to her stool.

R7: This just is: RACHEL POUNDS MISSY—PILLAR TO POST! Starts when Rache beats Missy to hooks, follows up with a gambling right to chin as Peregrym’s backpedalling—then ANOTHER right off the hop, chasing Missy P to ropes. Rachel forward in her stance, ducking low, stuffing her jab to Missy’s breasts to stand her up, then HOOKING THE STUFFING out of Peregrym’s tummy. Sumptuous hack the hardest punch Rachel’s thrown all night: Peregrym sobbing out, sitting into ropes, long legs holding her up. Rache staying compact: clipping little right uppercut skids off Missy’s overhanging brow; dip-n-clip left uppercut skids off the same place, followed by ANOTHER gorgeous hook in the waist. Missy groaning, doubled over in pain: job-of-work for Rachel to palm shoulders, lean in with her weight, stacking Missy up for punishment. More boy work—Rache strapping the waist, then swinging in the short right hand to stomach—slugging the breath right out of Missy. Peregrym distraught, crossing arms against her body, face pinched in agony: Rachel just dishing out big-girl shove-n’-slug, slamming away to arms and flanks when choicer cuts of Missy aren’t available, Middle minute—Rachel slows the pace as Peregrym just digging in hurt: Mac setting her feet, popping her hips, really getting up into Missy’s midsection and lungs with succulent left hooks, Mac bringing her mitts back to her chest to regroup, then pouring in the next shot methodical: just a good old fashioned thump-down at the ropes. Give Missy credit—she takes the drumming of a lifetime—covering up best she can and suffering—but she refuses to bend the knee as Rachel Mac goes bell to bell. At the break, Rachel flushed, arms trembling: she gives Missy a good long stare, checking for signs of quite. 10-8 Mac:

Missy gets ice packs on her ribs throughout the break—Peregrym’s eyes shut tight, teeth bared as her torso is attended to.

R8: MUCH slower pace: Missy ragdoll, mouthbreathing; Rachel flat footed, stalking and looking to slug. Peregrym reaching in to grab Rachel’s inner-elbows, or tie her up: Mac

Forced to wriggle through clinches to free up punching room. Missy leaning on Rachel, smothering: McAdams pushing Missy off, walking her down, swinging hard to the midsection whenever possible. Rachel clearly arm-weary—she’s no longer crippling Missy with shots—just steadily breaking her down. Peregrym does a nice job minimizing damage—she loses the round, but seems to be rejuvenated at the bell.

R9: Another minute for Rachel, then she starts to wilt, forced to back off by Missy’s resolute jabbing. Peregrym over to offence for second minute. She drives a smooth one-two to Rachel’s left eye—kicking back Mac’s head—then pounds a pair of jabs to the eye as Rachel shies away. Missy walking Rachel down, growing more confident: Peregrym’s weight on front (left) foot—jab snaking out and pounding at Rachel’s suddenly vulnerable left eye. Heartless accuracy from Peregrym—she harries Rachel around the ring, working on the eye, working on the eye, then in the final seconds, Missy CREAMS Rachel’s left shoulder. Mac’s head jerking around as she staggers awkwardly to her right, hitting ropes and turtleing with her right haunch on cable for support. Missy beats her, teeth bared, to the bell—drawing warnings for vicious sidearm rights that strike at Rachel’s lower back.

R10: Missy completes her cruel domination of Rachel’s left eye, closing it with jabs and one-twos early. Peregrym so oily-smooth with her right hand—sleek, straight shots with no warning, straight off her shoulder, chopping at Rachel’s face and knocking her head back. McAdams stumbling pathetically—she’s in a stupor, trying not to sit down. Series of right hands drives Rachel at random around the ring: frustrated Peregrym switches to vicious, gouging left hooks underneath to get Rachel out of there. Missy swooping forward on her front (left) leg, dipping the left shoulder, RIPPING the left hand up underneath, then snatching the mitt back to her chest on follow through. Rachel stooped forward, immobilized: Missy paws her left atop Rachel’s skull, shifting weight to right (back) leg to rip the right uppercut up underneath. Exquisite body-licks cripple poor Rachel, but can’t put her down, Mac willing herself to suffer the punishment, somehow cringes to the finish line. Comes back UD10—Missy Peregrym.

After: Classy Missy P with a warm hug to her devastated, semi-conscious victim: Rachel beaten unrecognizable in this fight, nevertheless proves her mettle in defeat. “I’m exhausted,” Peregrym admits in postfight—her own ribs tensered up in the immediate aftermath. “She was so tough tonight—SO stubborn, I was drilling her early—even better than the first fight—and I told my corner that she was going out. Then the next thing you know—she’s hurting ME to the body, and I couldn’t feel my legs! That was war tonight, and I’m so thrilled to have doubled up on her. With Rachel out of the way, and Connelly talking retirement—I really think the division’s starting to boil down to me, Evangeline and Pressly. We’re kind of taking over from Eliza, Dani, and Jennifer as they start to slow down. You know—there’s Neve—but I’m not convinced, I think she’s kind of a soft champion—she should get exposed if she ever fights one of the Big 3. Gonna be fun, sorting this all out—can’t wait to start making some big fights!”

Reposted by Archer 12/1/09.