Posted by Simguy on 10/8/2004, 7:23 am.

Before: Unnerving sight in prefight—HISC girls non the right side of the dais, lounging around like hyenas, giggling, making snide remarks: Katie all alone on the left, hands clasped in front of her, nervously eyeing the braying threesome while trying to act like a professional. “I think I proved against Mish that I can box good fighters and I’ll…” Eliza interrupts: “Hey—look at me, Look at me when I’m talking to you. This fight goes on as long as I want to, hear? Don’t be talking about how you’re going to jab med, how you’re going to box me—you ain’t in with Mish Williams, you’re in with the Sheriff and oh my god, do I see a bully-club whippin’ in your future!” On and on like that—poor Holmes bravely standing in, trying not to blink. Eliza in red leather bikini, adorned with black claps, cowboy hate and gun belt during ring instructions (doffed for the fight)—Katie in royal blue bra style bikini, top, yellow bottoms, slick ponytail.

During R1: Eliza using her legs—challenge for her is to bring the fight to the taller woman without getting tagged. Dushku staying low, working in and out to punch her jab into Katie’s tanned body—Holmes dukes up, elbows in, bending to receive the blows, threatened to drop a counter, but never clears the holster. Dushku allowed free range of the ring, circling, dating in, just getting her range and timing down. At the bell, Eliza starts a late right hand—guffaws heartily as Katie over-reacts—Holmes plenty jittery in the first.

R2: Eliza attacking to the body—finding Katie’s midriff with the jab, then depositing spanking right hands between the breasts, pivoting around a biting hook above the right flank. Dushku happy in her work, sliding in and out, stepping left, collecting touches to the torso—no secret she intends on chopping long Katie down. Final minute, Dushku not jabbing as she jumps in—Katie with a long-slung sweeping right manages to intercept chin and connect with surprising pop, Dushku caught flush, steps away stumbles, rights herself hands at temples—she’s hurt! Dushku disguising it well, Holmes not seeing the opportunity—Eliza keeps her distance, feinting Katie to keep her off and run the clock.

R3: Dushku steps up her body attack. Jab to get comfy, then stamping lead right hands—Eliza working in and out, spanking away to the chest and midriff, pivoting low and to the left. Holmes grimacing, turning—she’s looking harried, haunted, unable to reads and react. Midway through, E flutter-jabs to the face and steps in close to punch a vicious right hand flat to the heart—pounding blow heard ‘round the stadium and Katie shouts in pain, faltering back into the ropes, swarming beat down of clubbing rights and lefts forces Holmes to one knee—Eliza grinning, nodding en route to the neutral as Katie takes a throbbing 8. Dushku calm, steppin-to and jabbing at Katie, easing her upright—Holmes with gloves at her temples, showing a long torso to easing her upright—Holmes with gloves at her temples, showing a long torso to Dushku and E takes advantage.. Dushku jabbing to the guard, then diving into a concussive right to the solar plexus—poor Holmes sobbing out and cratering to her haunches horribly gut shot. Eliza grinning, looking down—shrugging playfully for the cameras as ref bodies her back: Katie’s done. Holmes crying, hugging her ruined midsection, rocking gently on her haunches—KO3 in one-sided fashion Eliza Dushku.

After: Eliza on Katie: “You know—I didn’t think anything could make me feel as good as punching Britney in the body…boy was I wrong!” Dushku removes her gloves, then struts over for tribute—HISC girls all agreeing beforehand what’s to be done with the spoils. Katie holding back tears all shiny-eyed and resigned to her fate—she’s stalked up in the corner, mounted by Eliza. Dushku climbing ropes and taking a moment to undo Katie’s ponytail, fluffing up the hair with a big smile, then taking a greedy handful of the soft wet tangle for a proper pose. Holmes all pinned down and resentful, arms clenching tight around Eliza’s quivering hammies—Dushku thrusting that right hand high, nodding her head vigorously to shrill cheers and more than a few boos: Katie’s heartache continues.

Reposted by Archer 12/13/09.