Boxing After Dark

Posted by Simguy on 12/23/2003, 7:28 pm

Before: Holmes picking and choosing—new found popularity giving sleek brunette a little maneuvering room at the negotiating table. “It’s nice to have options,” Katie admits. “Lots of girls want a piece of me—and that’s great—but I want the right fights, fights that make sense and we’re in a position to turn down deals that aren’t attractive enough. Paris is a great fight for me—she’s a nice high-gloss name sand I think I can really showcase some of my hard work in the gym on her.” Hilton always in shape, but as usual, stories abound of her less than stringent camp discipline—late-night carousing always a factor for fat free blonde. Paris in pretty punching ponytail, pink bikini, white shoes and thick socks—Katie in long battle braid, metallic blue bikini trimmed in yellow, high neck top, white shoes and thick socks, hair tied back off her face.

During R1: Paris hands waist high, looking to step-and-swing righty. Katie reading it and covering up, getting buffeted, moved around as Hilton stalks and slugs. Paris dutifully walking Katie down, lugging the right into the ear, chugging it to the body, slapping the wide hook—mostly one shot at a time. Holmes hands on her face and retreating, not offering back, but late the round: Katie blocks tepid one-two on her guard and comes back a steering but powerful hook tip o’ the chin and HILTON GOES DOWN! Roaring connect has the fans giddy—Katie teeth bared, fists cocked as she looms over Paris—blonde on her hip, looking up in shock as Holmes steals the first.

R2: Katie’s the boss. Holmes leading now, stepping Paris down with a firm stick, right hand high on the temple—systematic step-and-poke drives Hilton to ropes at a walking pace. Hilton dukes at temples, peering at Katie without throwing, standing at the ropes—Holmes robotic, but effective, spearing the jab, reloading, spearing the jab, dropping the right hand. Final minute: Katie moves in close and works Hilton’s bony ribs and flat tummy—brunette; slender arms pulling back and chugging forth, beating away on dumbfounded blonde at the bell.

R3: Katie wading in, getting pretty brazen toe-to-toe, Holmes dropping her hands, chin up—shes stroking away lanky to ribs and guts—Paris joining in—great to see two slender gals gallop at mindlessly to offending midrift. Buffetting give and take fun to watch, Katie slugging one-twos from her hips, then leaning back with hands down to create distance—Hilton just trying to out-work her girl, no trace of science whatsoever. Down the stretch—Hilton’s backing Katie up, lanky girls leaning in, straining against each other. Paris separating herself to the bell,. Jamming away plugging lefts and rights to Katie’s tummy. Holmes red-faced: Paris deliberately trying to punk brunette to the body and Katie doesn’t appreciate it—angry pushing match after the bell as tempers flare.

R4: Corner wants Holmes to box, but she can’t deal with Paris getting big on her in the 3rd: brunette wading into the trenches to stroke it up lanky. Girls not sharp or economical in there—it’s great slopping strokes, fists packing into tummies, reaching under arms, wrestling around up top. Katie gets her way, bullying Paris a little bit, putting a grimace of hurt on heiress’ strained lips by the bell.

R5: Holmes working her footwork—stepping in and out with her punching, but keeping her hands very low: she’s lifting one-twos into Paris. Hilton getting buffed and polished, her face getting swatted side to side, but she’s stubborn—blonde hanging in there, taking and firing back and midway through, she tags Katie a solid right hand chinwise as Holmesy’s backing up. Delayed effect as Katie steps in a fence post hole, face twist in groggy surprise and PARIS WADES IN! Hilton trudging close, chin over Katie’s shoulder, packing in chugging rights to the body, straying unintentionally low on occasion., sitting Holmes in the ropes. Gut check Katie: Holmes covering up, trying to block and roll all propped up queasy at the ropes--she ships a stern shellacking from rampaging blonde to the bell. Paris pumped: gloves high, beaming smile as she struts it back to her corner.

R6: Katie ruins a series of Paris’ frontal assaults with well-timed jabs—poking left stabbing to the point of the chin and prettily knocking Hilton’s head back. Katie stepping to the side,. Eyes focused, touching Paris up the stick, shifting hips to drive in the right, but bringing her hands back nice and high now. Hilton’s receipts foiled, blocked on Katie’s gloves and Holmes getting counter-opportunities. Landing short, straight lefts and rights off the block. Accumulation on Hilton’s face has her stumbling around wobbly butt—finally nearly doing the splits as she covers up top receive Katie’s charge. HOLMES UNLEASHES! Katie squaring away, batting to the flanks—slapping at first, but rotating her hips and biting the odd right hand HARD in behind Hilton’s elbows and PARIS CAN’T TAKE IT! Hilton sobbing aloud, tumbling forward to all fours, sniveling, cringing and it’s OVER! KO8 Katie Holmes!

After: Katie gloves removed, clapping happily,. Then holding her hands together mid-clap to lap up the sight of shipwrecked Paris hugging herself on her haunches. Holmes’ eyes glittering with naked exultation—she’s loving the sight of helpless Hilton, but too classy to indulge herself. “I knew I could stop her,” gushes Katie in post fight. “Paris isn’t strong on her feet and I knew I could be the boss in this fight. I was dumb—my corner wanted me to box more, but I was so MAD she went to my body! Like she thought I’d fold up and blow away. I just said, ‘way—you are not bullying me’ and gave it right back to her. I stopped her to the body and it feels GREAT! She TOTALLY got what she deserved.”