KIM’S KRUISHER’S VS ULTIMATE FIGHTER

STABLE WAR

Posted by Simguy on 7/2/2004, 7:22 am.

Before: first leg of the 5-fight Ultimate/Krusher stable war—Kim’s Krushers entering with a formidable record in such contests, generally rising to the occasion to grind the opposition under heel. “It’s true,” grins Kristanna, “when the Krushers focus as unit, we’re unbeatable. All across the board—we’re looking for 5 up, 5 down—another stable put in its proper place!” Torrie with serious history against Loken—Wilson the woman responsible for throwing the ‘Baddest Woman in the FCBA’ out of power—Loken’s never been the same since. “I don’t like to brag,” says coy blonde, lollipop in mouth, “but I honestly feel as though I took something out of Kris she’ll never get back. I’m glad I’ve got her first—sets the tone for the whole shooting match!” Kris in white bikini, Torrie in silver snakeskin, bra style bikini cover of Divas mag).

During R1: Rich, thick, strapping body work—Loken digging in like she’s never dug in before—Torrie literally clammy from the hurt! Kris muscular, flat footed—getting into Torrie’s waist with licking rights and lefts, then easing forward with the left shoulder and open right palm (right elbow tucked in tight) to step Wilson back. Torrie giving ground grudgingly—shouldering up herself and punching in spots—but the thumping midsection attack clearly has her shook up and surprised: one expects Kris to set the tone with he legs early, not lay in and pound gut.

R2: Loken’s eye shard as a tax auditor’s—she’s all business off her stool, sliding into Wilson off the rangefinding jab and getting back to work downstairs. Gorgeous, shellacking stuff—Kris flat footed but light on her feet—bumping, punching, scooting round to the right to open up fresh angles in and around Torrie’s elbows. Wilson pale, hunched forward, trying to protect her battered beef—Loken just ON her, snap-snatching away at all that blonde goodness. Loken really effective with that supple push with the  left shoulder and open right palm—easing big Torrie back, muscling her around and setting up for clouting lefts and rights.

R3: Loken stepping-to again, finding Torrie with the jab, greasing in close, then bumping, punching, shoving and stepping around her girl. Torrie glum, just squaring up, lips cringing—she just doesn’t seem to have any answers. Loken especially vicious getting off with the left hand—setting her hips, rip-snatching tasty licks off the flank and golden-brown tummy—punch making a thick, wet SMACK noise as Kris tears up Torrie’s delicious chassis. Wilson pouting, eyes pleading, but she punches back a little late—real rubber-arm stuff, following by hurting clinches—Torrie’s in a bad way early.

R4: Loken changes yup—breezing to her left around a spicy jab—Torrie’s face all available as she concentrates on covering up trembling tummy and throbbing ribs. Kris pounding away stick, leaning into screeching rights—poor Torrie flustered, giving ground in staggering backpedals now as Loken goes head hunting. Kris back to the body in the last minute—Torrie’s back to the ropes—Wilson shabby. Loken brawny

 as she palms Torrie’s full shoulders, easing her back, then gutting her with that snapping left hand swat on the paunch. Torrie ramshackle, blubbering, achy on her stool—Kris Loken’s handing out a b###hslap through 4.

R5: Just gets worse. Kris eyes alight, knows she’s got Wilson all broken down in her body, has those fabulous curvy legs numb and heavy—just a matter of keeping something on Wilson at all times. Bully’s work for Loken—she’s in with her shoulder and right palm for pushing—she’s riding her forearms on Wilson’s shoulder, bunting her backwards, stepping into withering body shots. Loken mixing it up now, tearing up belly with either hand, seeking short, clipping uppies as mournful Torrie doubles forward. Crowd groaning as Loken lights Torrie up 3 tart left uppercuts late—Kris’ weight on her left foot, punches nice and tight—Wilson’s head getting span ked up off her gloves as she leans forward, soaking it up. Torrie falling part psychologically on her stool—proud strong body has never known such one-sided, sustained abuse and Wilson can’t handle it.

R6: Punching from Torrie early—teeth bared, desperate swings, but she glances some wild pitching rights and lefts off Kristanna’s guard and face to back the Krusher off. Loken using her legs to restore order in the second minute—sliding round the perimeter, looking in with her jab, then stepping out—Torrie back to covering up and waiting her turn, Final minute—Loken, working patiently in and out, using the jab to keep Torrie covered up—Kris edges in with a thumping sidearm right on the paunch, bobs at the waist as Torrie looks to cinch and picks the wrestling beauty up a gorgeous shoulder/right palm, gets Wilson tottering backwards and HOOK! Swinging left smacks the taste out of Wilson’s mouth, swiveling her head and it’s BIG GIRL DOWN! Torrie’s chest quivering with defeated blubbering and sniveling—she makes a lame attempt to get off her back, but she’s all used up—thunderous KO^ after lengthy beat down—Kristanna Loken.

After: Sensational fight if you like one girl pounding away on another until she collapses. Weepy Torrie rolling to her side, trying to get it together when KRIS PILES IN HARD! Loken bulling Wilson to her back, hooks the leg with a hard-working smile, bibs her head in time to the crowd chant “ONE! TWO THREE!” and subjects Big T to a little of her own medicine. Team Ultimate ashen-faced, somber, staring quietly at ringside—contrast that with the high fives, hugs and impromptu dancing from collected Krushers in the ring—Loken beats the biggest girl in the opposition line up for a thrilling shot-=across-the-bow opener.

Reposted by Archer 5/10/10.