Posted by Simguy 7/27/2007, 7:28 am.

Before: promotion making good use of Eliza’s exotic f-you looks contrasted with Mack’s sweet blonde girl next door--pleasing chemistry getting some attention in promotional circles. “Allison’s definitely needs some she riffing,” Eliza says with a wry smile, “she’s been a bit of a renegade--upending Dani Fishel, roughing some established stars up, taking a title. Girl like that needs to know what I’m all about. It’s good for moppets me going with girls like Mack leading the charge. I want to get back in big--hammering Allison sends the message that the new sheriff in town is still the old sheriff.” Mack upbeat at the podium--thrilled to be in with Eliza. “She’s one of the greats,” Allison grins, “the kind of hard-nosed, well-rounded fighter I’ve always wanted to be. Plus, getting this fight tells me that I’m finally out from under Fishel’s shadow--you know? When girls want a stiff, strong test--they’re calling me now, not Dani--and that’s the way it should be.: Eliza in red leather bikini, black gloves; curly ponytail with bangs framing face. Mack in black cotton scoop-front top with white lace trim--low rise hipster bottoms; white gloves. Alli just beaming as she touches mitts with Cool-Hand Eliza after instructions.

During R1: Mack, wide-eyed, crouched forward in wide stance--stubbing out the left jab, right hand cocked at her cheek. Eliza left shoulder pointed at Alli, left hand at her hip, right at her chest--she’s backhanding her up-jab, bending her knees, just looking things over. Crisp exchanges of sharp right hands as girls punch from distance. Dushku attempting to shoulder roll Alli’s right, but misjudging distance and velocity: Mack’s landing cracking good shots--pounding Eliza’s face to the right with authority. Dushku’s punches often parried by Mack’s raised guard--blonde steadily walking brunette down through 2 minutes. Final minute--Dushku’s back to the ropes, bobbing and rolling with a slight frown, shuddering under the concussive effect of Mack’s body blows: Eliza nipping back counters, forced to trade hot or be bullied.

R2: Mack on Eliza with double-pumping jabs: nothing fancy, just hot stick, two at a time. Right hands follow--Eliza again caught trying to roll to her right, but not timing it well--she’s caught twice by the jabs/right hand routine as Allison inches forward. Mack pounds in a third right cross--landing flush--then doubles it up WITHOUT the jab, catching bug-eyed Eliza a fourth right and DROPPING DUSHKU TO HER KNEES! Eliza staring at her mouthpiece on the floor, shaking her head--she’s wobbly butt, taking her time to get up and sort herself out. Dushku hard-eyed--shaken--but angry: she greets oncoming Allison with a swinging right to the paunch,. Then trades clouting hooks to back blondie up, FURIOUS exchanges--both girls baring teeth, straying compact--hard, short punches back and forth as girls dip and roll behind raised mitts, then look to score. Dushku forcing Mack to midring, but no farther--Allison firms, jabs face/body/face while stepping right, halting the Dushku advance. GLORIOUS, taut, professional slugging--girls’ heads dipping to either side, shoulders bumping, hooks curling and digging--right hands chopping tight. Down the stretch, Mack in close picks Eliza up a tidy left uppercut to chin--doubles down immediately to bounce hook off liver, EJECTING ELIZA’S MOUTHPIECE! Dushku cramped up, crying out as her gumshield bounces off Mack’s chest: Allison celebrating with a rude, pummeling series of short, underhand lefts and rights to Dushku’s weary ribs. Eliza sliding away, hitting ropes, covering up earmuff, Mack has her way to the bell, stoving in ribcage with THUMPING fury to bell. Dushku hugging herself, looking rattled and confused: Mack nostrils flaring, cheeks flushed, jogs back to her corner.

R3: Dushku rolling, twisting as Mack pumps jabs: Sheriff hits ropes, left across tummy, right up defensively at left cheek. Eliza rolling her torso, moving her head: Mack concentrates on the body--and how. Merciless, relentless shove-and-slug--the kind of thing we’re used to seeing FROM Eliza: Dushku grimacing, grunting as Mack tucks in. Alli rough with her head, drawing warnings as she pushes forward, palming Eliza’s arms out of the way to expose meat. Leather slams into jugg, harming Dushku, widening her eyes, Tuff little left hooks and slicing right hands thump to tummy, bounce off sternum. Mack saving her best work for the flanks, savaging Dushku whenever she bends forward: Alli parking a right in behind Dushku’s left elbow--a left behind Dushku’s right elbow, buckling the former champ’s knees repeatedly in the long final minute. Bell: Eliza ashen-faced, wincing, again hugging herself as she minces back to corner: Mack opening up a nice lead on all cards through 3.

R4: Mack jabbing--Eliza slipping and rolling, looking vexed and harassed. Allison jabs Eliza to ropes, then lands the right cross, doubling it as Dushku’s laying over on her right side in a fog. Punches detonating HARD off Eliza’s face and jaw lines, HARD off her breasts and ribcage, HARD to her waistline, Mack incorporating rhythmic pushing and bumping into her routine--constantly jostling and disrupting, then getting off. Dushku badly battered in the pocket--she slides to her right, gets caught a swinging hook flush to face and sprawls into the ropes. Cudgeling follow up--Mack on Dushku with rights and lefts, pummeling the woman’s arms, flanks, skull--Dushku bobbing, leaning her right side into ropes, trying to slip the punishment, but finally, she sinks to her knees, panting and damaged. Mack jogging bright-eyed to neutral corner for Eliza to get up. Dushku beats the count, slumps into ropes, wincing in pain for her 8 count. ON COMES MACK! Allison’s eyes big with KO lust--she crouches, jabs, leans in the right hand to belt Dushku’s face to the right and over the top rope.. Eliza limp--hands up, but weak, not stopping anything: blonde just POURING the hurt to Dushku sitting in ropes, bending far forward; Mack RIPS the right hand in above the left hip; REEFS home the hook above right hip with a thudding tic-toc delivery and ELIZA GOES DOWN! Dushku’s eyes clamped tight, lips curled back in agony--OH, she’s cringing on her hands and knees, trying to shake off those body shots, right knees coming off the canvas just a bit. SOMEHOW, Eliza beats the count, but she’s a swaying wreck and ON COMES MACK! Allison squares away, pushing, bumping and brutalizing her foe to bell, Mack beaming, jogging back fresh as puppies to her corner: Dushku bustng up, mouth breathing, clutching at throbbing ribs. HISC physician probes ribcage during the break: heartbreaking to hear Eliza bite down on whimpers of pain, fight back tears as she jerks back from doctor’s touch.

R5: Mack jabs Eliza to ropes, lands the right cross on chin, hooks the breadbasket, then pounds the majestic right/left t either flank in above the hips. Push to reset--blonde bulling brunette deadweight to ropes, then beating her tummy a series of short, chugging lefts and rights. Mack creeping up-torso, staying inside to work underneath, hammering Dushku’s under-rated rack with bashing, jarring thump. Eliza grimly digging in, and answering: she’s dipping to her left, tucking a hook under Mack’s right elbow, searching for the liver, Mack’s reprisals always harsh, immediate and devastating: Eliza constantly hammered back on her heels, sitting on ropes in open-mouthed stupor. Eliza trying to slide the ropes--Allison stepping-with,, jabbing to maintain contact, then bombarding torso with great whacking blasts from both fists as Dushku slumps numbs with amazement. Bell: Eliza’s face swelling, lower lips split, and ribs visibly burning hot pink from Allison’s relentless pressure.

R6: Bell to bell, Allison Mack. Ringsiders in shock, jaws open, eyes trying to comprehend. Eliza shabby, badly broken down--tipping side to side, laying over on one side or the other, trying to roll the worst of it, but rarely able to answer. Eliza no a clincher by nature and it shows: she’s not tieing up well, exposing her torso to thudding bursts as Mack gets off short n’ bumpy inside. Left side of Dushku’s face swelling and bruising badly: she’s just getting pasted that muscular right cross of Allison’s: non-anticipatory delivery set up with the stiff, stubby jab really doing a number on Eliza tonight. But it’s the body--Eliza’s ribcage, tummy, flanks and breasts that bear the brunt of the shock. Mack wriggling and pushing her way in, then getting off all brawny shoulders rotating, short arms pumping, Bell: Eliza unresponsive in her corner--concerned Diane Lane asking her “More? Or stop? Eliza, you need to let me know baby. You have to show me something, ok?” Dushku given a whiff of smelling salts to bring her around for the 7^th.

R7: Eliza grimly digging in, slugging into her tormentress: Dushku dipping side to side, hoisting tired lefts and rights up into Mack’s lungs as Allison bores in. Mack just pounding away at the dregs, cruelly targeting Eliza’s biceps with smacking, flat-knuckle brutality. Alli also dipping side to side, but looking much fresher, much crisper--she’s looking to punch-with, catch weary Dushku as she’s punching--Eliza’s head swiveling around in mute testimony to Mack’s execution. More body work--Allison just committing down there, beating at Eliza’s waist like a heavy bag, and whenever possible, scoring THUMP-THUMP, right/left in above either hip, crippling Dushku. Withering fire has Eliza drooping over her feet at the bell, ass in ropes, face sleepy/puffy with abuse through 7. Mack lingering a moment, looming over Dushku to drink in the sight, then turning to bounce back to corner.

R8: Eliza staggering off her stool, quickly bodied to ropes, then doubling forward “UPPP!” as Mack bumps away left/right/left/right to tummy-paunch. Allison reaching under limp brunette arms, bulling Eliza back into ropes, pushing her to maintain rhythm, then getting off. Cruel, bludgeoning inventory taken all over again: arms, chest, ribs, tummy, skull, flanks. Eliza paralyzed, swooning, but refusing to go down: she’s a numb parody of the world-class fighter who began the fight, dimly rolling forward or lolling backward, crossing her arms or showing earmuff with no apparent defensive scheme in mind. Beating just goes on and on and on. Late the round, Mack rips away stubby right uppercuts in close, pounding Eliza’s face up and back, up and back: Dushku just mindlessly facing into it as ringsiders scream for ref to step in. Bell: Official visit’s the HISC corner--Dushku still alert enough to over-rule Lane and insist on continuing.

R9: Another dreadful, one-sided, systematic beat down, Mack on Dushku, at the ropes just 3 feet away from the HISC corner. Eliza sitting wide-legged in ropes, arms crossed against her body, chest drooping forward: Mack slamming away at the ribs, breasts and biceps, occasionally swatting the overhanging face to either side with rising lefts and rights, Stop the fight ref--just stop it. Eliza facing into blows, mouthpiece finally pounded off her teeth--she’s making some semblance of effort to roll with the incoming, but Mack’s not having any trouble finding her girl. Allison not rushing, setting sustainable pace and just working her girl over. Bell: Eliza appears out on her feet, tilting forward, but rallying to stumble dreamily to her stool for more salts, ice and TLC.

R10: Eliza limps out of port, eyes swollen to slits--she finds Mack on instinct, landing a right hand to the pit of Allison’s belly. Blonde responds with crisp, shattering volleyfire--stubby, straight lefts and rights bashing off Eliza’s head and chest, beating her sideways, then sending her rag doll to North-facing ropes. Dushku reeling, sliding along to her left, waving tired, futile slaps at Allison: Mack still crouching and blocking, so stingy with Eliza tonight, unwilling to give up even a token touch. Out of the crouch, Mack cracks away hook, belting Eliza to the corner, then to the East ropes, Dushku spilling to her left, no longer competitive, but upright--Mack hopping with, staying on her girl, battering whatever’s left. Tragic course of Dushku’s freefall visits all four sides o’ the ring--Eliza allowed to sponge up every last drop of Allison’s output as iron-hearted brunette refuses to go down. Bell: sweet Jesus, it’s over. UD10, 10 round to 0, Allison Mack.

After: Wow, Wow. Mack leaping into thr arms of her trainer and close associates: Eliza wobbling around after the decision, then guided to her stool where she collapses, elbows on knees/face in hands. HISC women hover in the vicinity, not knowing whether to comfort, or go in with knives drawn. Lane leans in to tentatively touch Dushku’s back: Eliza doesn’t look up--just pushes Lane away with the left forearm, Dani Fishel caught on camera storming from the arena, eyes shining moist as she’s just watched Allison give Eliza the beating Dani always wanted to. BLONDE! Magazine editors already trying to decide on the right pictures to go with the headline “BLOWN AWAY!” It’s the Beating of the Year thus far; it’s the worst beating of Eliza Dushku’s storied career, and it’s left to Allison Mack to try to account for in post fight. “You know, I honestly don’t know,” a jubilant Mack says as she’s backslapped on camera. “She hadn’t fought in awhile, and she wasn’t as sharp as I was expecting--especially defensively. I was getting on her easy, and I outboxed her, and I parked my right hand on her jaw all night long. The main thing was probably the bodywork--I got the jump on her downstairs, hurt her, and it’s really tough to come back when that happens. She tried--Ai mean, she never quit--but once I started getting in there, I just wouldn’t let up. She got weaker and weaker, and I poured it to her, just like I always dreamed of doing.” Lot of hard faces from fellow bantamweights in the audience: not a lot of sympathy out there for a woman who’s dished out more than her fair share of body-beatings I her career. Another breakthrough performance for Ms. Mack--going to another level tonight against one of the very best.

Reposted by Archer 1/5/13.