Posted by Simguy on 8/20/2004, 7:34 am.

Before: Diane lane one of the few women to have had pleasant relations with the Krushers over the years—not a lot of rancour in prefight. “They’ve always been fair with me,” explains Lane, “I know they’ve been pretty heavy handed at the negotiating table with a lot of girls, but we’ve always been able to come to an agreement  pretty quickly, “ And why come out of retirement for Moore? “You know, I’ve never considered myself to be IN retirement,” demures Lane. “I needed a long rest, which I’ve gotten, but I was always available—I just didn’t want to spend myself in beach fights or satellite circuit bouts. I know how to fight—I don’t need those kinds of rounds. As for Moore—if I wait to fight her, she’ll be too physical for me—now’s the time to jump her and give a boxing lesson while she’s still harnessing her talent.” Moore in black sports bra, black nylon jogging trunks—Diane in yellow sports bra, red mid-thigh stretch cotton trunks—white shoes and socks both vixens.

During R1: Classic Lane—dukes at her temples, feinting in on Moore then sliding back to coax youngster forward—Mandy giving up height, falling in with gangly punches. Di just baiting and countering, tagging Moore hooks from the high guard, Gorgeous matador move late: Lane waiting, gauging Moore’s loping rush—quick sidestep left ‘round a tidy hook on Moore’s right eye and MANDY SPILLED TO HER KNEES! Moore up quickly, more embarrassed than hurt—cougar harvests big points with timing, placement and cute footwork in the first.

R2: Moore getting good talking points in the corner, comes out a different fighter. Mandy’s hands low and loose, but she’s so comparatively tall, she’s able to lean back, pawing a rangy jag at Lane, backhanding it on occasion to draw hissing corrections from the ref. Lane flustered—SO much reach the kid has, it’s hard to weave through it and get close when Moore’s fighting off her back leg like this. Tapping contact from Moore’s long arms—gangly rising rights, those limber jabs, sweating, sweeping hooks on the ear—Lane’s off balance in the second, trying to renegotiate terms.

R3: Di showing Mandy a tummy jab—Moore bending with it, looking to counter-hook, but she’s presenting her chin to Lane’s sudden hook off-the-stick. Cat and mouse—smaller Lane darting in and out, touching Mandy’s midriff, gambling on her chin: Moore’s licking and lashing lanky rights and lefts, skidding contact for the most part against elusive target.

R4: Moore doing a nice job spreading Di out the jab—Mandy’s stick not punishing, but it’s in Lane’s face, making her bob and weave, creating space Lane doesn’t want. Di staying low, trying to time Moore’s left and hook inside it, but Mandy made adjustments—keeping her height, falling off to the left, away from Lane’s left hand techniques/ Moore with a nice gangly, sinewy body posture—hands low, bandy-armed, steering punches keeping lane off balance, Midway through, sweeping right hand from underneath catches Lane as` she bends low—shocking sock on the chin has Di wide eyed and wobbly butt, Mandy with a nice shift, wipes `a sweeping right hook across Lane’s face, smudging it to the left, then a swinging right poleaxes down across the  back of Lane’s neck as she’s stumbling forward. DIANE LANE GOES DOWN! Moore trotting to the neutral corner, colour high—Lane on one knee, right hand in the ropes shaking her head—she’s up at 8 but she’s badly shot and THE REF WAVES IT OFF! No protest from Lane—she’s on hurt street.

After: Moore yelping for joy, and showing a little class in hugging a badly shaken Lane in postfight. Mandy separating herself from the lanky ingénue class with her punch—when she gets all the parts moving together, she’s got slinging power the others haven’t shown yet.

Reposted by Archer 12/7/09.