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9 August 2013 Phoebe Tonkin vs Erica Durance

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Posted by simguy on August 9, 2013, 9:12 am

BEFORE: The pursed-lip smirking, the outrageous double-bicep pops during weigh-ins...Phoebe T never missing a chance to taunt and vex her HMK rivals. "3 times this house has sent force against me," Phoebe grins in prefight. "3 times I've left their women broken and beaten in the ring. Now it's Erica's turn - the Enforcer herself...with her in the bag, my conquest of HMK shall be complete! I'm a legend in Australia and I'm not just in America to 'compete': I'm here to destroy egos, take names and kick butts!"

Durance and her cohorts baleful-eyed...Erica's all business at the podium. "Phoebe's hitting us hard, no doubt about that," Durance admits in rebuttal, "but girls run hot all the time, and it never lasts. Everyone in this business knows that Phoebe Tonkin can't make a living fighting Tricia Helfer. That was the luckiest KO punch anyone's ever seen, and the right thing to do would have been to take it, slink away like a thief in the night, and thank God you got one past a fighter like Trish. That's not what Phoebe has elected to do. Instead, she's been on every talk show that will take her; blabbed in every magazine; mocked and snarked on every website and rubbed our noses in her success. Phoebe's racked up quite the tab on our account, but happy hour's over, and the bill is due. It's time for Phoebe to pay, and pay she will. Dearly."

Phoebe in tan lace push up; black velvet panties with a boy leg; black gloves; long black hair all devil-may-care tangles. Erica in royal blue lace push up; crimson trunks with boy leg; white gloves; hair twisted-up in back with long, hard-working strands framing face.

During R1: Erica bouncing in southpaw stance (right foot forward) - coming in off feints, chopping lead left hands short to face: on the withdrawal, she's shifting weight to back (left) leg and trailing a sneaky right hook across Phoebe's mouth. Stinging in-and-out from Erica - not her hardest punching, but she's quick, boppin' in and out, keeping Tonkin guessing in a crisply-worked first.

R2: Erica all hard-eyed determination, going at Phoebe with the same up-tempo, in-and-out chopping assault. Tonkin scowling, munching on a steady diet of lead left hands to face or breasts; taking the trailing right hook to chin or cheek...Erica having her way through 2 minutes. Down the stretch, Pheebs eases her right leg back to create a little gap...Erica pounces short with her left, tries to withdraw, but Tonkin chases her down via slinging straight right, catching right side of Durance's face. ERICA'S HURT! Awkward blast turns Erica's chin aside, buckles her knees...she's stumbling in fence post holes as Phoebe goes over to offence. Tonkin pivoting to her right around planted left foot, squaring her up on E's front: ripping hook tests Erica's waist - Pheebs snap-snatching the mitt off firm Canadian meat; Right uppercut scrapes across Erica's raised guard; extra left hook polishes off those abs - Phoebe popping hips-right, really generating whippy leverage, taking Erica's breath away at bell.

R3: Crowd roars as Erica goes right at Phoebe: Durance' right hand bracing Phoebe's left shoulder; left hand delivering short, straight, pulverizing blows to face, knocking Tonkin's noggin back again and again en-route to ropes! Tonkin: staring, shocked...she's getting hammered! Erica seething, shifting position to her left to square up, knuckles together at her chest: snatching right hook snaps off Aussie breadbasket; digging left bounces off tummy; short right uppercut kisses off chin; crisp left cross turns Phoebe's head aside. Tonkin in free-fall, staring bleakly into punishment...Erica just POURING on the thunder in a bid for early victory. PHOEBE PUNCHES BACK! Tonkin hurt, but rallying...she's rangy off the ropes, fetching Erica a lashing right uppercut, a swiping left hook...Tonkin keeping her elbows in, tightening up stroke well for a tall girl. Hammer and tongs clang away to bell - Erica bashing out the points and leaving Phoebe spellbound, but Tonkin keeps her feet, shows heart in a crowd-pleasing third. Chants of "ER-I-CA!" compete with "PHEE-B-T" as the mob neatly divides in two.

R4: Erica back to the quick in-and-out, very Joe Calzaghe as she jams the lead left hand to face on the pounce-in; works a limber right hook off the left-foot as she's withdrawing. E brisk-pivoting counter-clockwise, always turning Phoebe's left flank, keeping lead (right) foot outside the Tonkin lead (left) foot. Adds up to Phoebe watching the Erica D show...Durance keeping it quick and ballistic - landing stiff enough to jolt Phoebe's head in spots, but not committing enough to catch any meaningful receipts.

R5: Phoebe gets the jab on Erica, using it to spoil the Durance pounce-step in. Once Erica's off-rhythm, Tonkin's dropping the straight right to chin; hooking the back of Erica's head...Durance getting chased back outside with her right side fronting on Tonkin's left. Pursuit from Phoebe very effective - long armed jab chasing Erica down; follow-on rights crashing through to chin...middle minute sees Erica's legs tested again and again as she absorbs bombs all around the ring. Down the stretch heavy, strapping shellack to breadbasket has Erica mouth-breathing...she retreats to ropes, sets up wobbly-butt, forms earmuff as PHOEBE WADES IN! "PHEE-B-T! PHEE-B-T!" Tonkin belting away to glory - switching her hips side to side, lashing lanky lefts and rights tummy and ribs. Erica's curvy legs hold her up, but she's all shook up, unable to answer...Tonkin romps strong to bell, earning herself a 10-8 without the knockdown to get back in the race.

R6: "ER-I-CA! ER-I-CA!" Durance recovers well, gets back to choppin': up-tempo hit-and-pivot sees Phoebe staring into short lead lefts, then getting her chin toggled via forget-me-not right hooks as Erica's sliding away. Phoebe a heartbeat too slow turning to her left...Erica maintaining her angle, shearing in off the Tonkin left shoulder to jam that left hand home...beautiful Australian girl lumping up nicely as Durance has her way. Bell: Tonkin visibly wobbly-butt, blinking in stupor en-route to stool...she's taking a hell of a punch through 6, showing real durability as Erica's all dialed in.

R7: When Phoebe gets the jab out early and long, everything changes. Tonkin channeling Durance into the smashing right hand to face/rightside of head...Erica momentarily vulnerable to follow up hooks/uppercuts until she can extricate herself. Once in retreat, Erica's still vulnerable...rangy Australian loping her girl down, jabbing her to ropes, belting her to body via whip-snatching, succulent lefts and rights. Glorious pursuit from Tonkin...she's battering a former FCBA lightweight champion, walking her down with ZERO respect through 7.

R8: When Erica can pre-empt Phoebe's jab, hop close and get that short, jamming lead left...everything goes Durance's way. Phoebe SO disappointed as she's hurt early and often - long aussie legs routinely shuddering as Erica chops at face. Trailing hook not heavy, but it's always unexpected - Phoebe with a startled, dazzled look when Erica's right hand clips across chin, or finds Phoebe's left-side lats. Bell: Durance hard-eyed, tight-lipped...she stomps back to corner all angry-butt, 100% focussed on taking minutes from Phoebe tonight.

R9: Phoebe: wearing down; mouth open; hair across her eyes; hands waist-high; reflexes slowing. Erica maintaining pace - attacking from a spot just outside Phoebe's left shoulder - E's straight left taking Tonkin to left-side of chin; E's cute right hook cleaning up as she's pivoting-right. Tonkin's knees buckling on occasion, but legs refusing to give out...Erica showing good discipline - never taking the bait, just working her plan, getting her touches, beating Phoebe puffy through 9. Bell: same hard demeanour from Erica, same angry-buns stomping back to her stool, same impatience as she waits for break to be over.

R10: GOOD LORD, THE SLUGGING! Women crash together midring - Phoebe feeding Erica jolting left uppercut; Erica leading the high right hook to head, then it's healthy, strong-backed slugging from there. Tonkin with a rangy, slinging action on her uppercuts, her fists bouncing off Erica's ribcage or breasts, beating the breath from Durance with healthy spanking impacts. E dipping side to side, turning tight-arc rights and lefts across Phoebe's front, scoring to chin and chest, bending at the waist to slip receipts. Glorious back and forth - both women just lighting each other up, but down the stretch, Phoebe's legs give a shimmy, she staggers away with a gobsmacked expression...Erica's the girl stomping forward with fire in her eyes, hands at her chest. Ropes: Tonkin whining now, folding forward in earmuff, butt-riding-ropes...Erica crowds close, pushes her head into Aussie guard, and works that waistline via thick, snatching rights and lefts. POOR PHOEBE T! Tonkin sobbing out, reaching round Erica's shoulders to hug her up; Durance keeps hands free, plunders the gut hup-hup-hup to bell. Comes back bruising UD10, Erica Durance.

After: Badly battered, disheveled Phoebe T sniveling when Erica's hand is raised - Durance just glaring straight ahead, seething with righteous anger. "I wanted to stop her," Erica admits in postfight, eyes blazing. "I wanted her on her back, but I also wanted to punish her, and if I could only have the one, it would definitely be the latter. Basically, I gave her no chance tonight. She's a very hard-hitting fighter, so I didn't want to get into it with her and give her the chance to get lucky again. I just wanted to touch her, bust her up, stay on her, and it worked. She was really discouraged over the last half - you could see in her eyes she was humiliated and hurting, and that was great. She NEEDED a beating like that, just to remind her who's who in this sport. There's no way in HELL any one woman runs the table on HMK. No way. Phoebe got greedy, and I smacked her back down where she belongs."