| Before: Fight has a lot of undercurrents for a supposed mis-match. Flockhart reportedly prevented by Kelley himself from sparring on set with Liu during the day, despite Callista's objections - McBeal star really looks at this fight as long overdue reckoning. Liu a prohibitive favourite but telling intimates that she has no intention of issuing the mercy kill, "We'll see Callista late," grins Lucy, "this is going to be surgery, not a mugging." Flockhart outraged at the odds against, citing a decent amateur background, tremendous physical fitness and a hard nosed attitude, "Hey, I can fight," promises Callista, "and I can box, which more than I can say for Lucy." Liu in black push up, leopard print boy cut trunks, long low ponytail, Callista in mix 'n match cotton undies, blue top, cheeky red bottoms --soft material baggy on the girl's spare flesh.
During R1: Liu grinning, hands at her side, slashing in low on Callista to drop singleshot bombs. Flockhart dropping her back foot to creat distance, picking Lucy up directly on the left eye with a pak-pak double jab - it's cat and mouse. Liu carries the round as the aggressor - Callista stays composed, gets her touches in.
R2: More of the same - Lucy trying to break Callista down with strafing runs in and out - Flockhart using her height, creating distance when she can, and doubling dabbing with the jab.
R3: Change in emphasis from Liu - she's been head hunting with mixed success - now she starts coming for Flockhart's abs, driving in with single shot rights, curling low on follow through - Callista starting to get rocked, shaken up as splattering impacts ring out from the tight flesh. In and out relentless attack gradually reduces Flockhart to rubble - she turns away from a gutshock right in the final minute, hugging herself as she sinks to her knees. Liu all smiles as she prances to the neutral corner - Flockhart beats the count with teary eyes.
R4,5,6: Lucy at play. 3 consecutive shutouts - Callista fighting crippled, grimacing, left elbow in tight at her side to protect her battered midriff, right hand at her chin desperately parrying Liu's sweeping circus punches. Lucy free-wheeling, lunging in, exploding out of her crouches, just laying her gloves on Callista's bony frame or clouting the girl's temples with one or two shots, then out. Flockhart getting bruised up, but surviving - Liu indulging herself by standing right in front with hands down, bending back on her hips to make Callista miss, pivoting to make Callista fall forward, then attacking from the angle. Sweet stuff from Lucy.
R7: Lucy jumps in, gets picked up the jab on her eye and stops in no man's land - Callista able to pound down with a sharp straight right hand on the eye, then clip a biting left hook off the eye - accurate punching has Lucy momentarily stunned. Flockhart goes for it, pushing punches off Lucy's forehead, backing Liu up - a vicious thumb to the eye draws a cry of protest as Lucy falls apart. Callista putting scrubbing punches together on Liu's eye - bony arms chugging in and out and LIU GOES DOWN! Lucy just taking a knee to clear her vision, gets up quick, but that eye is a mess - Flockhart glaring hungrily at the hurt. Action resumes - Flockhart taking the initiative, jabbing the eye, jerking in the straight right hand - buffing and shining Lucy's face as Liu struggles to get it together. Flockhart completes the rubdown shutout and tempers flare after the bell - ref intercedes as the girls almost take it to the canvas in anger.
R8: Flockhart worrying Lucy's left eye now - it's bulging grotesquely from the constant tagging and thumbing - Callista's accurate if not devastating with her mitts. Liu back in charge however, depositing her blockbuster right hand time and again to the center line of Flockhart's body, often backing the whippet up on her heels on impact.
R9: Liu seething about the condition of her face in her corner, comes out with renewed vigour - Flockhart falls off the pace. Lucy feints in, leans away to draw the jab, then rockets back in with a lunging straight right to the teeth, pushing in Callista's chin and sending her scooting to her buttocks midring. Flockhart gets up ramshackle - suffering panty creep and looking dishelved - rambling beat down follows from there as Liu steps to the right, drops in jolting overhand rights to the jaw or lugging sidearm lefts to the breadbasket to keep Flockhart reeling.
R10: Liu in low, backhands a slappy jab to the belly, leans away as Flockhart tries to poke her eye, then swings a sidearm right hand in a horizontal arc - glove bashing off Callista's abs with soul-sucking force. Flockhart in sudden agony, turning away and folding to her haunches, spitting out her mouthpiece with a wracking sob. It's over. Lucy Liu dispassionate, staring down at Callista's shaking back - KO10 Lucy Liu.
After: Liu angry as she takes a trembling Callista Flockhart for a walk of shame - Lucy's left eye a horrible mess courtesy Flockhart's hardhearted tactics. Liu carrying Flockhart, basically doing what she wanted, but Callista showing some ability that could see her in against the likes of a Thandie Newton, Jami Pressly - other lanky bodied flyweights who won't be as elusive as Ms. Liu.
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