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18 January 2013 Title Ch Eliza Dushku vs Emily Vancamp

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Posted by simguy on January 18, 2013, 10:19 am

BEFORE: "Emily's a dangerous bantamweight," Dushku acknowledges in prefight. "With her height, she's like a Grace Park, except with actual boxing skills, so she'll be a fun challenge. Thing is, once you cut through the hype, fighters in their first title bout lose something like 80% of the time. Factor in a reigning hall of famer as champ and you see the numbers lining up against her. It'll be a great learning experience for her though...I guarantee it!"

Vancamp cool, unintimidated, flashing that flat, siamese cat-eye glare throughout prefight. "If Michelle's the weak link in the HISC chain, Eliza's the chink in their armor," Emily says, causing whispers and murmurs in press row. "Their hall of fame fighters look imposing on paper, but they're running on fumes at this point. You might think I'm too green to be attempting Eliza at this juncture, but I'd rather be fresh and leggy than worn out and punchy. Eliza WILL fall to my guns, and I guarantee THAT!"

Dushku in red leather bikini with ring connection between breasts; small black gloves; hair in sleek high pony with ringlets framing face. Emily deliberately donning the exact same bikini except in black leather; small black gloves; hair in tidy battle bun with blonde ringlets framing face. Dushku not amused by the bikini statement: she refuses to touch gloves, nor does Emily offer during ring instrux.

During R1: Emily hops to midring in rangy stance, dukes grouped near her chin - she jabs onces, twice, peppering pate, roaming to her left off the touches. Elisa dips and sweeps a long left hand to Emily's waist: leggy blonde girl lopes out of range, then tattoos champ straight left/right before Dushku can recover stance. Eliza frowning, decoding the geometrical problem posed by Vancamp...champ roams to her right, looking to corner-out on Emily, but Vancamp with a neat step to her left cuts off the ring, then shadows Eliza as Dushku's changing direction. Just like that, Emily has Eliza defending a 4 foot square patch of canvas out of the HISC corner...long blonde girl goes to work reducing the pocket. Em widening stance - right (back) heel up off canvas/weight shifting to front (left) plant-leg...she'll feint with her head; bring a hesitation straight right; double-dab with it; whip the palm-down hook across Eliza's mouth; recover position with a pair of knocking jabs; try for chin with a sudden right cross; dip down on follow through, then snap-snatch a wicked left uppercut off Dushku's tummy. Eliza dukes up, eyes alert, but concerned: she's getting touched up here - blonde girl showing long-armed class and Grace-Park like volume just whittling away on the Sheriff. Dushku attempting to bull-walk her way out: Emily palms shoulders, pushing Dushku back where she belongs; hooks her breadbasket; flashes a neat little right uppercut; rings up chin via palm-down hook. That's the way of it: high tempo, rangy fare - Vancamp supple off that lead plant-leg, putting a bewildering array of lefts and rights on target as Eliza does her best to block and roll. Bell: Emily dives into what LOOKS to be a chopping right as she leans in close, but it's all elbow! Em snapping her hand down like she's serving a tennis ball, crowding in close with the punch to disguise it...she lands a devastating elbow smash to champion's jaw late, buckling Eliza's knees and leaving her spellbound! Ref pulls seething Emily away...Dushku badly rocked, torso whipsawing on succulent hips, eyes all wide and glassy for the break.

R2: Champ recovers well, comes out bobbing/jabbing up from low crouches - worming her way inside. Emily caught trying to step back to create distance, but she runs out of ring: minute mark on sees Eliza fighting off Emily's chest at apron. Dushku fighting rough, punching above her weight here...she's butting Emily's breasts with scalp; bobbing on the spot with elbows tucked in tight...tucking tuff-girl lefts and rights short to the Vancamp tummy. In addition to the head, Eliza's using left shoulder and elbow bumping to keep Vancamp ropebound - Emily with legs in wide A, her buns and back on the cables at all times. Dushku diligent, thorough - pumping her shots in between Emily's hip bones for the most part; pushing Emily's elbows out of the way for looks at the ribcage out wide; crowding in via head-and-shoulders to prevent Emily spin-reversals. Vancamp grimacing - hands touching or pulling at Eliza when Emily's not covered up to block...Emily offering back the odd uppercut off the ropes, or curling right hands over top Eliza's bobbing head and Sheriff dominates her challenger bell to bell. One second after the bell, Eliza throws a hard pay-back forearm smash into Emily's breasts - bracing blonde girl back against ropes and bringing ref in hot. Lecture for both seething vixens as officials each by an arm and reads 'em the riot act.

R3: Girls bending into hard-chopping rights off the jab midring...it's a two-way brawl. Minute in, Emily bending in and down with a right hand that misses, but as she straightens up, that right elbow clips Eliza's chin, UNHINGING CHAMP'S KNEES! Dushku stumbling backward - putting her right foot down wrong, stumbling to her right, eyes blinking...Emily pitiless, stalks wounded champion; drills a straight, POUNDING right hand flush off the face, knocking Dushku's head back; spilling her awkwardly to ropes. Em hops-to; doubles the jab; leans into a streaming right flush off the kisser...Eliza's head rocks back as crowd roars - Dushku's hands dropping to her waist. Emily snarling, heartless - measuring with the jab/leaning into the rifling right, pounding right side of Eliza's face as Dushku's turning dopily to her left. Emily's left hand palms Dushku's presented right bicep, preventing Eliza from turning farther or escaping...Dushku pushed into ropes on her left hip - Emily feeding Eliza short, palm-down right hands again and again to right cheek/jaw. Dushku's mouthpiece tumbles out of her mouth; her left hand curls around her right cheek palm-out as she sags there: Emily rejigs her right hands, curling them underhand/sidearm to belly CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! then resumes her hacking, palm-down right-hand assault to right side of Dushku's face. Eliza sagging, taking: Emily just pouring-in, getting her slender back into hateful head-punches and THE REF STEPS IN! TKO3 for the winner and NEW champion - EMILY VAN CAMP!

After: Dushku like a baby bird, trembling, helpless against ropes as ref pulls Emily away...Vancamp's icy demeanor cracks as she bellows in triumph. Lookout's bantam-corps floods the ring - momentarily burying their jealousy and hatred of each other (and now Emily's success) to hug and jump around like a women's college volleyball team...BEFORE ADVANCING ON THE HISC CORNER! Dazed, forlorn Dushku secured, her gloves removed by Minka and Elisha as Leighton's helping to stack Dushku upright on turnbuckles with hands on ex-champ's hips.

Punch-diminished sheriff is mounted as Em climbs the ropes - blonde girl's fingertips behind her ears as she makes a great show of settling her tummy onto Eliza, pushing the ex-champion's unhappy face to one side. Emily's face set in that cold, impassive look as she's gazing down at her conquest: she lifts both hands in the air, canting her arms to the left or right as she tummy-surfs on Eliza, forcing groaning brunette to turn her face this way and that. Emily with hands at her shoulders, wrists bent back as she works the tummy; Emily undoing her battle-bun and shaking wavy blonde locks out - still with the hands-free, supple-waisted look. It's clear Lookout put a lot of training-camp time into executing this very pointed corner-treatment.

Cocky show of supremacy to stop, then mount, arguably the best overall bantam of the past ten years...all made worse by Cuthbert leaning in and chirping: "How's that tummy feel, E? Hey? Lots more where that came from. We're sweepin' you guys up!" On and on in that vein: a career lowlight for Ms. Dushku as Pack mates look on with pursed lips and subdued expressions of disgust - Claire eventually going out for some air rather than taking any more of this.