Posted by Simguy on 6/10/2002, 7:59 pm.

Before: (Australia) Wilson back in the ring for the first time since relinquishing her title to Ali Landry—blonde not resting on her laurels, coming back with “Red Devil” Famke Janssen. Janssen a real road warrior, used to fighting in the other girl’s backyard—relaxed, very comfortable on foreign soil.  Strength on strength, length on length, well schooled big women in a solid non title test. Classy red silk bikini for Janssen, hair up—Peta in white athletic bikini bra cut, blonde tousle.

During R1: Janssen edging out of her corner before the bell—her quickly takes over the center of the ring to work her jab. Hard, sharpshooting boxing—Janssen with the right tight against her cheek as she steps in the stick—Peta’s right at her chest, throwing it with a slightly wide sling. Even dangerous trade until late when a booming Famke right cross swivels Wilson’s head, buckles blonde knees and sends Peta clattering backwards near the bell.

R2: Peta shaking it off—SHE charges to midring, taking the initiative. Famke jabbed to the perimeter—Peta working her way inside the redhead’s stick and shivering that waist with thumping rights/lefts. Janssen shutting down, gloves at her temples—Peta gets big, Wilson beating in the sides and waist, coming off the body with jerking uppercuts, then pressing both forearms against Famke’s shoulders to get the big girl tottering backwards. Peta loose, powerful with her strokes, shaking Janssen repeatedly, riding an arm up around the head to stabilize Famke for clouting swats on the jaw or heartless body blows that have Janssen stooped forward in pain, bell to bell beatdown leaves Janssen in tatters—Peta just bashing away at the ropes.

R3: Peta marauding now. Blonde walks across the ring, hands at chest level, striding into the overhand right to shock Janssen, then palming her back by the shoulders again.. Again—Janssen taking slobberknocking shots upside the head, going limp, getting bullied back. Wilson finishes up the first minute with the same one-way bludgeoning of her foe up against the ropes—Janssen with the earmuffs on, sullenly turning side to side to take, but she gets answering back midway through. Big, banging trade side to side—both girls getting labeled on the jaw, sucking it up, then clocking back and PETA GIES DOWN! Peta faltering to kneel face first to the ropes—a wobbly Janssen stumbling away, drawing a forearm across her mouth as Wilson takes 8. Down the stretch, Janssen walking in, getting on top of Peta—long armed girl shorten up and work inside, heads scrubbing together, faces groggy and blank—mouths open.

R4: Girl heavy legged, hands at rib level—they’re walking into each other, bending in lead right hands, then falling into wounded embraces all around the ring. Peta getting her body on Famke, making strength a factor as Janssen can’t stand her ground. Wilson riding an arm around the shoulders or waist, twisting and pulling Janssen, pushing her around like a shopping cart. Peta stuffing in punches out of the wrap, using up the Janssen midsection, beating in the Janssen ribcage. Final  minute—Janssen lolling all but out at the ropes, eyes closed, hands pushing weakly against Peta’s shoulders and chest—Wilson on autopilot, hoisting punches into the ropes. At the bell, Peta stares in fascination as Janssen struggles up straight, eyebrows arched high, eyes closed, face all shiny and punished.

R5: Janssen broken down—Wilson mouth breathing, Famke stiff legged but jabbing early, spanking back Peta’s available face with long, shattering pokes. Wilson starts to time hacking right hands over the stick, clouting Janssen, stunning her over and over again until Janssen stops throwing, starts to tilt wearily to one side. All Wilson the rest of the way as she gets back ion—wet blonde tousle grinding on Famke’s sleepy face, midless thumping body punches cramming home as Janssen clinches helpless up top.

R6: Janssen summoning reserves—elegant cheekbones swollen and abused, she’s hurting, but not giving in. Back on Peta with that spearing jab—Famke pinning Wilson to the perimeter, stalking the blonde, steering her. Slow, stepping movement, groggy eyes, Wilson being punished and not answering back from outside. Final  minute—Famke mopping up for the shutout when a single gambling overhand right from Wilson turns it all around. Shattering blow sends a halo of sweat from Janssen’s head, nearly dropping her straight down—Peta shoves the girl hard, toppling Famke to the ropes in desperate shape, Wilson pawing the jab, then leaning in with heartbreaking right hands, trying to finish it—Janssen getting clobbered, lolling badly to her side, then righting herself—she makes it to the bell as the ref pulls Peta off.

R7: Brutal two way action as both women catch a second wind, Peta will bull Famke, legs pumping, arms chugging, beating the redhead into the corner. Janssen with clutch and twist, muscling Peta to the ropes, pulling on Wilson’s right arm to beta the blonde senseless with clouting free right hands on the jaw. Back and forth, legs shaky, spilling, careening action with neither girl far from the other for long. Round finishes up with Peta stooped forward from the ropes, drowsy with pain—Famke draping her left arm over Wilson’s right shoulder, holding the blonde for short, clubbing rights upside the head that Peta seems numb to at the bell.

R8: Role reversal—Peta hurt, swelling up—she turns to boxing, coaxing life out of her legs to give Famke lateral movement. Janssen stalking now, coming forward, reaching in to bat Peta’s face with that concussive jab. Midway though, Janssen extends on a crashing right, pounding Peta’s head to the side as the blonde pull straight back—Wilson’s hurt! Peta stepping in fence post holes—Janssen crosses her arms and butts the blonde hard in the shoulder, scattering Peta to the ropes, Janssen grinding her forehead against Peta’s face, palming at the blonde’s slick hips and belly, positioning her, then beating her with lathering blows about the body. Wilson out on her feet, mouth open, but SHE starts to slug back late! Janssen stupefied, feet squared up, right hand at her left cheek, left across her belly just stands there as Peta starts to bounce disastrous lefts and rights off the head and arms in clubbing side to side tracks. Famke busted up open, swooning in stupor at the bell as Wilson staggers away in ruins.

R9: Girls lay in cheek to sweaty cheek, eyes closed, each trying to chest the other back, pushing for room inside, tightening up on lashing strokes underneath or holding and looping up top. At the midway point, Peta digs a right to the belly, shunting Famke’s hips back with a groan—blonde takes over. Peta twisting torso, lashing at Famke’s back and body until redhead pulls away and stumbles to the ropes—Blonde staggering after her. Wilson pressing up, then going to work—bashing away with tired, ponderous strokes that carry full body weight behind them—Janssen shouting in pain, lolling forward and FAMKE GOES DOWN! Janssen blubbering on her knees, beats the count, but Peta won’t be stopped. ON COMES WILSON—pressing up first, then stepping Back, hammering away, finishing up close on Famke, then loading up for the next clobbering haymaker, Janssen beaten to her knees once again at the ropes—she struggles up the strands, pitiful on ramshackle legs, Peta wading back in, reaching under the arms, stacking her girl up, then grinding away—tousle mashing against the swollen cheeks and mouth of her girl, fist thumping against hips and weeping belly and JANSSEN GOES DOWN A THIRD TIME! Famke weepy, somehow beats the count as the bell sounds—Janssen helped to her corner as Wilson sags exhausted on her stool in oxygen debt.

R10: Peta practically falling across the ring to body Famke to the ropes—pushing punches in close, but Wilson’s just nudging Famke’s face and breasts with meaningless leather. Janssen laying in with Wilson, using her left shoulder to steer and nudge—right hand at her cheek, left across her abdomen as Famke sets her feet and starts to pump. Janssen pushing, then getting off right/left, palming the shoulders, lashing the belly, palming the shoulder, clouting the jaw. Wilson rocked back and forth—she’s gone, legs holding her up, but she starts to tilt forward. Janssen stepping back, arms curling up underneath, digging into belly, thumping into chest—Wilson slumping forward, taking punches and PETA GOES DOWN! Its OVER! Wilson lieing still in her crossed arms, mouthing the canvas—KO10 Famke Janssen.

After: FIGHT OF THE YEAR! SIGN THE REMATCH! Famke Janssen collapses on her stool—both women taken to the hospital as the most stupendous exhibition of foolhardy courage and lust for punishment in years unfolds down under. Back and forth, hammer and tongs—these girls tore into each other without restraint, raising the bar each round until somehow, one of them had to give out. Janssen with the best effort of her career shocks the favoured Wilson—Peta stopped and badly, badly battered—who knows what’s left of either woman after this soul-searing war?

Reposted by Archer 12/25/09.