BOXING AFTER DARK

(VACANT REEBOK MIDDLEWEIGHT TITLE)

Posted by Simguy on 5/9/2002, 5:54 pm.

Before: Didn’t take long for petty ambition to bring down the House That Janet Jones built. Strong-willed big women turning on each other like wild dogs, scrambling for the scraps left by Charlize’s Viking-like pillaging of Middleweight, Two of the best in Elle and Cindy , both girls still capable of making welter but hoping to scoop a little gold on the cheap while Peta Wilson has her run. MacPherson very brazen throughout pre-fight festivities, even going bra to bra and flexing her stomach muscles at Cindy during weigh-in a clear attempt to psyche the brunette. Elle in brown two piece cotton underwear, thin straps (her own line), Cinsy in cotton jockey two piece, red top, navy bottoms, messy ponytail.

During R1: Elle smiling, long lean and lethal tonoight—she’s employing seek and destroy slugging to panic Crawford early. Elle twisting into her shots, lashing her fists and she’s clocking Cindy repeatedly up around the temples, spilling the brunette into the corners and ontop the ropes, Elle just clobbering Crawford ragdoll around the ring—walking her down, smiling as she loads up and bangs away. Crawford shaken, wide eyed at the break—rough start for the classy brunette.

R2: Cindy Crawford gets it going, right hand at her cheek, shooting jabs to the chest, pivoting sweet to her left to get the big blonde turning. Crawford just getting her touches—she’s jabbing as she moves left, then opening up the canvas by dancing to the right, resetting herself for another series of workmanlike lefts. Elle spends most of the round following, not doing much, but down the stretch, she drops a right hand over the jab that has Cindy jerking back awkwardly=--Elle able to get sweeping extension on a wide left hand that clouts the backpedalling Crawford to the ropes. Cindy dazed, staring as Mac walks in—big lashing beatdown as Elle grins, rolls her fists up underneath to steal a Crawford round with late power.

R3: Cindy rattled, tentative—she’s pawing the jab, staying well outside—Elle stalking forward, reaching with her left to find range, End of the first minute—Elle just touches the left against Cindy’s right shoulder then drifts in the right cross on the mouth—jerking Crawford a quarter turn to her right and dropping her to all fours. Elle grinning, refuses to back off as the ref intervenes—Cindy dazed, takes a blurry 8 and immediately gets on her bicycle. Onlookers surprised to see Elle not just slugging back hard, but cutting off the ring, outjabbing Cindy, outboxing her—fight goes to the corner because MacPherson wants it there and Crawford’s forced to brawl. Cindy gritting her teeth, biting into Elle’s long ribcage, trying to stay compact defensively as the blonde welts away for more points this round.

R4: Crawford getting torched through 3, but veteran doesn’t lose her composure. Cindy fading Elle’s right hand, stepping in and out, then left or right, changing up distance and angle to keep the big hitting blonde’s feet moving. Crawford jabbing more consistently, making Elle walk through leather to get to her, and potshotting right hands to the blonde’s body for the later rounds. Cindy takes the round, due to Elle’s disdain—blonde just walking her girl down with big woman confidence throughout.

R5: Elle swinging away—spearing overhand rights, lusty lefts—Crawford doing well to defend herself but she’s being railroaded around the ring in desperate retreat. Mac carrying around the round on sheer aggression, but Cindy places some nice counter right hands in the blonde’s breadbasket—Crawford working the body when she knows she’s losing rounds, just trying toi take something out of the dominant blonde for later.

R6: Cindy Crawford turns puncher, catches Elle completely off guard. Cindy diving in with the straight hand beneath the left breast, then coming up with scalloping hooks against the ribcage that have Mac stiff, momentarily helpless, Cindy fighting off Elle’s chest, pivoting to the right while still in contact with the blonde, then ladling in the left/right on the waistband as Elle gurgles in pain. Mac can’t punch back—she’s wobbly butt, hobbled by Crawford’s vicious strokes to the waist. Cindy punches and pushes her girl to the ropes and pours it on down the stretch. Elle grunting, elbows in, hands at her temples as she stoops forward—Crawford loading up and getting hellish leverage on the left hook across the stomach, right uppercut on the chin. At the bell, Elle swaying on the spot, badly rattled this round as Crawford puts some serious mileage on the odometer.

R7: Elle bounces back with lanky bodied boxing. Elle light on her feet, backhanding the jab—Crawford trying to get back to that good work downstairs, but vicious slinging right hands prevent her from taking the risk. Midway through, Crawford backing straight up gets NAILED across the mouth another sweeping hook from Elle—Cindy stepping in fence post holes has to clinch and hug her way out

R8: Best technical boxing of Elle’s career tonight—she’s stymieing Crawford with the lanky jab tagging Cindy with overhand rights and following up with lashing hooks that Crawford keeps leaning back into, After a minute of breaking Cindy down with long armed pressure, Elle skids a caroming right off the temple, then turns her shoulder into a more biting left hook odd the cheek to drape Cindy dreamy against the ropes. Mac stepping into finish, has Crawford screaming from luscious licks up into the stomach—blonde getting her back into lavish rights and lefts as Cindy buckles forward.; Down the stretch, Crawford slowing the action with tactical clinches, Cindy gambles, hits on the break to startled Elle, then swivels the blonde’s head with another cheap right hand as MacPherson totters backward. Walking barrage as Cindy comes forward with left and right hooks, banging the dazed blonde across the ring and it’s CRAWFORD finishing strong, palming Elle’s shoulder with the right, LEVERING in left hooks up underneath as the ref is forced to break’em after the bell, Round of the Year candidate sees both women swooning on the verge after swooning on the verge after tasting one another’s best leather.

R9: Woozy beauties stagger into one another’s arms for a groggy 9^th—girls palming each other’s biceps, shouldering each other back, then laying on the hurt with tired, heavy looking strokes this round. Sluggish stepping counterclockwise, both girls taking what they want from the other, but Cindy more systematic: she’s just fitting her hook into Elle’s midsection and the blonde’s wincing, jerking upon contact. Round wears on and Crawford’s body work starts to numb Elle—blonde swaying, draping her arms around Cindy’s shoulders more often, getting bullied backwards as the brunette starts to find leverage. Down the stretch, an exhausted Elle MacPherson reclines on the ropes, gloves at her lips as Cindy clobbers away with slow, mindless lefts and rights, not reacting to  Elle punches and THE REF STEPS IN! Elle pounded out at the ropes—spectacular working woman’s win Cindy Crawford!

After: Best middleweight fight in years sees Cindy turn back the clock and give us one of her greatest all time outings. High emotions in the ring—both women sobbing—Crawford parading a devastated Elle around the ring with a fistful of waistband. All Ellie Mac early, but Crawford surviving, making her belly deposits, chipping away at Elle, staying in the fight until the blonde started to run down—just classic fight management from a sometimes overlooked Cindy. Reebok gold for Crawford—aches, pains and sleepless nights for Elle.

Reposted by Archer 2/3/15.