Posted by Simguy on 8/10/2007, 7:30 am.

Before: “I showed weakness,” shrugs Eliza, dismissing the event even as she admits it, “I was discouraged and let Mish see it--and she took advantage of me, I don’t blame her, but I will remind her that the choice we make always have consequences. She saw me down; she kicked at me--hard. I once promised to put Mish out of boxing; I’m recommitting to that vow right now. Cause and effect. I let Allison get the better of me, and now there’s a jailbreak because everyone thinks I’m ruined and they can just run wild. I’m not just going to dismantle Michelle to sort out my own house; I’m going to dismantle her to let everyone know one bad night doesn’t wrap up a career like mine.”

 Michelle grinning throughout, clearly enjoying the upper hand over Eliza for perhaps the first time in her life. “I’m scared now,” Mish quips at the podium, “I’m not sure I can handle Eliza’s new tactics. What if I’m kicking her ass so much, that I actually start to feel compassion? Dushku’s showing so much ass in her fights now that I honestly don’t know if I’m hardhearted enough to kick it all. It’s a terrible dilemma--I’ve always just assumed that when someone’s quitting, I’ll be able to go hard at her--but this weird non-violent resistance of hers really has me baffled. And then I remember: she DID once threaten to put me out of boxing. Back when she was a fighter. And that makes me feel better, because I KNOW I’ll have the extra punches when she’s cowering and begging me to stop.”

 Eliza in red leather bikini, black gloves; hair in a scruffy up--wiry bangs framing face. Mish in black push up and panties, white lace trim; white gloves, Williams grinning, forcing eye contact; Eliza stoic. They touch gloves, and Mish impulsively leans in, plants a bruising intimidator’s kiss on Dushku’s lips, earning a hot glare of hate. High fives in Williams corner just before the bell: Hannigan and Claire working as seconds, eyes glittering as they glance over at serious.

During R1: Mish just waving the left at Eliza’s face to screen, then leaning in strong on overhand rights; Dushku jabbing, looking to sort Williams out. Early exchanges sees Mish bounce a heavy right off Eliza’s temple: Dushku’s legs give a shimmy, she covers up earmuff--definite signs of hink. Williams hot to the body--right/lefts to the waist, then hopping to put a hook on Dushku’s right ear, sending her to ropes. Mish moves in big-girl--knuckling Dushku’s forward guard, then hooking her breasts a beefy THUMP--more jostling and touching then THUMP! THUMP!--two more tidy hooks belt Dushku’s under-rated rack. More pushing--Mishy upright, just going at Eliza: Dushku tilting forward behind her mitts, hurt and uncertain. THUM<P! THUMP! Mishy doubling that hook--torso twisted to the right as she torques ‘em in: she’s loving it on Eliza. Dushku closing her forearms to help out her besieged breasts--Mishy hooks the waist, hooks the flank, pushes her left shoulder into Eliza to stack, then swipes a sidearm right to the waist. More set up pushes--knuckles, shoulders or forearms on Dushku--then clubbing, tidy work, body and ears. On and on and on--Mishy deliberate, thorough on her girl--just getting off and working Dushku over. Eliza either hurt or confused or both--just digging in at the apron, covering up and sponging a beat down. Bell: Michelle guffawing: “Is there any part of you that doesn’t belong to me?” Dushku shiny-eyed--pushes her way past, stomping angry-butt to her corner.

R2: Mishy wings that overhand right: Dushku slips compact underneath, answers back a clean, biting sharp hook to chin. Spitting jabs from Eliza as she quick-pivots left: Mishy‘s off balance, turning and taking. Dushku slashes in--straight right carried heavily to midsection: she pulls back onto right foot, a swiping a tasty hook across Mishy’s dazzled face. Eliza’s eyes hard and cold--she’s just putting crisp punches together, shoving Mish as necessary to keep her outside, stepping around her sustain the attack from angles. Minute mark--Williams wilting, takes her first backward steps to regroup: Eliza comes up the middle, head butting Williams beneath left eye, burying the right hand in cuddly Mish guts. Ropes: Eliza bulling Williams all head and shoulders, then rubadubdubbing that paunch a rolling burst of lefts and rights, Eliza ducking instinctively--making Mish miss in answer: quick brunette hook/right hand catches Williams in counter. More brawny shoving, more body punching then headhunting as Williams unravels: terrible, one-sided bytt kicking unfolds. Final minute--Michelle beaten to hands and knees--she’s panting, shaking her head in astonishment--gamely fighting her way up for a hard 8. Eliza back in snarling, right hand curls tight to tummy; left hook snappy to chin--MICHELLE TAKES A SEAT! Williams dazed against ropes--mouth open, eyes unfocused--bell saves her, but she’s carried to her stool for emergency repairs during the break.

R3: The SOUND of Eliza’s punches as she works Mish against ropes: constant leathery batting and spanking--Dushku beating Williams senseless. Williams crying out, trying to clinch: Eliza shoulders her heavily to ropes, slams right/left to stomach, then tears up rack. Mishy’s jugs bunching up--bra-strap bowing out under impact, then flapping down flat as Eliza chugs and jerks away in close. Dushku so big and brawny on Mishy here--pushing into her and onto her to reset, then going at Williams with brutal intentions, Midway through, sustained two-fisted beat down sends Williams drooping to all fours: Eliza steps to the side, lifts a thudding kick into exposed ribs and shouts “How do YOU like it?” Ref bundling suddenly seething Dushku away as her icy control is replaced by rage. Blubbering 8, Mish--she’s crying when Eliza comes for her, covering up and swiping again and again and again to hip and back--bashing, reefing blows, Williams bludgeoned to hands and knees again after sustained punishment. Shaky 8, Williams: she covers up face-in-gloves, butt-in-ropes as Eliza storms in, props her up. Claire and Alyson ashen-faced as Dushku’s actually preventing Mishy from taking a knee in order to work right hands out of the wrap at the bell.

R4: Mishy at the stagger, in full retreat: Eliza glaring, walking her down all over the ring, hounding her to corners, beating her without mercy. Williams able to secure clinches--her open mouth wet on Eliza’s shoulder, eyes closed as ref pushes ‘em apart. Williams too busy scampering to get off--it’s Eliza on mish, bell to bell.

R5: Fury abates: Eliza more clinical now--willing to jab at Mishy’s face in order to palce a right to chin; doubling the hook head and body, then pivoting responsibly to the side. Mishy grunting, cringing, turning--she’s still catching hot clout, but stabilizing--finding spots to answer back in. Dushku standing shoulder to shoulder at times, rolling lefts and rights against Michelle’s tummy in answer. Bell: Williams hooks Dushku’s breasts late, the tries a follow up right: Dushku ducks, tackles Mishy into ropes--cue ref.

R6: Another bad beating, Eliza to Mish. Williams’ legs just tragic here--buttocks wobbly, thighs quivering, feet stamping around on heels, trying to hold canvas, Eliza patient--eyes bright and alert as she touches her left at Mishy’s raised guard, just feeling and measuring, then strapping in the right to waist and ear. Eliza will jab at Mishy’s guard, just tapping away at it, then trying to fit the right cross in, finishing up the tuff hook behind Mishy’s elbow. Williams suffering--tilting and wandering around behind her mitts, but she’s till face-front: Mish still turning into the fight rather than away from it. During the break, Claire is silent as she sponges Mishy’s battered face. Hannigan staring at canvas, listening to Williams’ laboured breathing.

R7: “OH!” Mishy pitches forward as Eliza lands the right hand to tummy--blonde staggering, hugging battered guts as brunette sidesteps, Ropes again: Michelle ear muffing up. Eliza scrapes the left uppercut off the guard, then doubles the left down to liver, biting in the hook. Sad groan of agony, Michelle Williams--long slow cringe down to her right knee as fresh tears well up. Eliza sauntering away, standing hands on hips in neutral corner as once again, Mishy fights off nepenthe. Ref waves Eliza across after 8--pitiless eyes, heartless fists as Dushku squares away, helps herself.

Breasts: Michelles jugs arre bombarded--bra buffeted and belted; Eliza trimming her shots, clouting away rights and lefts from in close--no backswing.

Tummy: Michelle gurgling forward as Eliza digs in right/left: Dushku grunting n the thick contact, licking he lips as she lets the left hand linger on tummy., feeling thew weight of Michelle curling forward.

Back: Eliza hardening her heart and hammer-fishing the kidneys--great swabbing right hands as the left cups Mishy behind the head, holding her steady. Ref breaks this up--=warns Eliza who nods as though she’ll never hit Michelle in the back again.

Repeat.

No one punch does it: Michelle finally beaten first to hands and knees, then awkwardly to her knees and face as her arms give way. She rolls to her back, head tossing side to sided, hands up above her curly blonde tousle. Eliza stone-faced--walks straight to the HISC corner, staring Claire and Alyson down as 10 count passes Michelle by, KO7 Eliza Dushku.

After: stunning Alpha-dog performance sees Eliza dish out a little of what she got from Allison Mack--turning in a viable contender for Beating of the Year on poor Mish. Wiliams beaten unrecognizable, slowly brought around on her stool--but Dushku isn’t finished. Michelle stacked up sniveling against her own corner: Dushku mounts her, left fist twisting into those damp, defeated blonde locks; right fist raised in triumph as Eliza glares out into the crowd. Mishy grimacing as Eliza’s dominant hips and belly push blonde face to the right--then Dushku steps down. “You. Up.” Eliza says to Claire0--brunette seething, looking for just the slightest excuse to go at Danes, right here, right now. Claire mounts Mish, clutches at her hair with both hands. Williams whimpers, reaching round Claire’s strong legs, fists clenched against quivering hammies. Alyson’s next: she mounts Mish, takes both of her wrists and pulls up, drawing shuddering tears out of Williams. Eliza inspects it all, arms crossed, eyes blazing. Crushing dominion displayed tonight by resurgent Sheriff.

Reposted by Archer 1/8/13.