BOXING AFTER DARK

Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 8/8/2004, 10:35 am.

L.A. Forum: the site - frequently referred to as the 'House That Salma Built' for her legendary wars during her unknown ingenue stage - Latina superstar returning to familiar ground for a much needed confidence-builder. Hayek sulking in the wake of the inconceivable Hewitt loss, eating herself out of the flyweight division, and Ripa's quick to notice: Kelly wagging a finger at Salma's relatively pudgy gut during weigh in and clicking her tongue as Salma smolders. Hayek coming in beefy for her - blonde looks the harder vixen during prefight. Ripa also in need of a credible win - durable daytime vet involved in some entertaining slobberknockers lately, but she wants to be more than merely marketable.

"I should be headlining PPV events," Kelly tells BLONDE! magazine. "I could knock Shannen Doherty out right now, I'm probably the best looking woman in the division, but I'm not getting my just due. Salma's going to have to pay for all of that."

Ripa in red bikini, white shoes and socks (see Aristide photo for reference), Salma in pale blue bikini with swatches of navy and teal in jazz pattern, spaghetti bra straps, white proper boxing shoes, slick battle bun. Both girls insisting on small gloves.

R1: Tempestuous two way, both girls looking to be the boss, no feeling out process. Hayek spitting jabs to rotate left, then in with hooks and right hands against Ripa's rigid ribcage. Kelly jabbing to the chest, shooting the straight right down the pike and coming back artful left hands: hooks and uppercuts, body and head. Chins are checked as both beauties light the opposition up. Crowd groaning as loud, loud body shots sink home, buckling legs, wobbling buttocks. Down the stretch, it's Hayek: bumping a mouth-breathing Ripa against the ropes with left shoulder/extended left elbow, then hopping into hooks - pounding Rip to the face, chest and liver, staying on her heavy to the bell. Punching after the bell? You bet - Salma parks an extra left hook snug and flat on Kelly's liver, leaving blonde sitting in the ropes a-wincing.

R2: Ripa gets it back. Another hard working first two minutes with both women absolutely tearing one another up, but it's not wild or reckless: girls are fighting like professionals, getting snug before releasing, keeping their elbows in, moving their heads - typical gritty West Coast action. Ripa focusing her fury on Salma's cushy midriff, hips and down the stretch: Kelly's cleaning up on jug with bad intentions. Hayek backed in stupor to the ropes, eyes bulging as yet another American beauty goes rack in an attempt to crush Salma's spirit. Ripa on top, in close, shrugging lefts and rights up in there, getting goooood short leverage on plump Mexican melon to the bell. Hayek aghast, infuriated, but unable to stop it: Ripa back to her stool with a sunny grin.

R3: Hardhearted, grinding action - heads in close, girls working. Kelly will pull on Salma's left elbow to sneak around that flank, get an angle and hook that gut. Hayek back with jerking hooks, constantly seeking out Ripa's liver, then clipping uppercuts, chopping right hands on the ear. Constant press of shoulders bumping on chests, sudden burping bursts of fists on trembling bellies, rich spanking shots loud on flanks behind elbows and both girls harvesting jug with cruel, short cuffing up underneath. Both warned for heeling, elbowing - action's so short and cramped it's hard NOT to do these things. After the bell: heads leaned in together, shoulders rotating, fists chugging - ref has to pull seething beauties apart or they'd go all night without a break.

R4 Mexican fans in the audience with bright, happy faces, often standing during the rounds and applauding like they can't help themselves: this is what they came to see. Girls laying in mouth on shoulder, head to head, leaning in on one another and attempting through sheer siege to break the other's will. Occasionally an arm will ride up around shoulders in weariness, but when it does: ribs and jugs are savaged. Salma especially adept at getting that little left shoulder bump and hooking off it: Kelly catching dumb off her face, sullen as her breasts and waist are consistently thumped. Hayek paying a heavy price as Ripa's tidy little combinations and snap-snatching hooks tuck in between and behind the protective elbows. Down the stretch, Salma woozy with punishment - Kelly's able to muscle her ropeside, holding Latina's right arm behind the elbow to stabilize her for pillaging short right hands to the tummy or swiped hard to the tits. Hayek's eyelashes fluttering, mouth open as Ripa takes what she wants at the bell.

R5: Ripa building on the momentum of the fourth - she's carrying the fight to Salma, forcing her head between Salma's gloves, backing the Mexican beauty up with constant, digging rib, tummy and tit music. Hayek gritting her teeth, setting stocky legs and trying to deny the advance, but that tawny flesh is getting roasted by Ripa's unforgiving fists. All Kelly to the final minute - blonde mopping up hooks when Salma times her, beats her to a hook on the chops which has the blonde staring in confusion. Hayek bending in with a short, tightly looped right hand on the chin, then arching her back to deliver a paralyzing gancha hook to Kelly's liver: blonde crying out, draping her arms around Hayek's neck in a desperate clinch - brunette able to leg-drive limp blonde deadweight to the ropes. Classic Salma: Ripa clinching up top can't stop the merciless bombardment downstairs - Latina shoulders churning as compact wallop pounds Kelly's legs numb. More mindless digging after the bell: Salma's not stopping until she's physically restrained. Inventory at the half way point: both women teetering on the verge of collapse - great wracking breaths on their stools, faces lumping up nicely, ribs cringing away from trainer's touch as both beauties are tender.

Hayek/Ripa conc.

Posted by Simguy on 8/8/2004, 10:43 am.

R6 Hayek with a gorgeous tight left uppercut to open, BURIES the doubled-up left hook in under Kelly's elbow - blonde sobbing aloud, pitching forward - all she can do to keep her feet. Ripa in tatters, stumbling forward, trying to clinch - Hayek stepping back in good order, eyes ablaze as she walks Ripa into punishment, fitting rights and lefts in on quivering rib and tummy meat. Salma neat as she pivots in retreat, turning Kelly, luring her into more. Salma tugging an arm, cuffing an ear - little moves to set up withering hooks downstairs that Kelly's no longer taking well. Ripa open-mouthed, looking hounded, sliding wounded along the ropes - Hayek ruthless as she steps with, stays on and dig-dig-digs away at what's left. Ripa ashen faced in her corner, throbbing, but refusing to quit as ref checks her out.

R7: Toe to toe, Ripa stands Hayek down, backs her up and goes jug with Hewitt-like ferocity in an attempt to duplicate Jen's miracle. Salma laying in cheek to cheek, grimacing as Ripa works up underneath with jerking clouts to sack - blonde heartless as she tidies up on Hayek's healthy hooters. Hayek production down this round - still parking the hook in Ripa's liver, still easing back and walking Kelly into trouble - but blonde wants it more this round, finishing up strong with Hayek's glistening back on the ropes. Kel with that distinctive mop up look late: right hand holding Hayek behind her left elbow, leaving Latina torso vulnerable to plugging right hands - Ripa showing some apartment wrestling form in working Salma's body in this fashion. Hayek shouting out plaintively as she takes - eyes closed, eyebrows high as Kelly pounds paunch.

R8: Agonizing give and take as neither beauty wants to win this thing any other way: both totally commited to punching right through the opponent and making her quit. Heads in, shoulders bumping, fists digging, they take turns working each other over, stepping each other back, each camped out stubborn in the other's trunks. Short uppercuts land inside: woozy heads pop up all drowsy, semi-conscious. Girls occasionally struggle to push each other back palms on shoulders or biceps in greasy lock ups: maybe Salma's stronger as Kelly routinely gets her back pressed to rope.

R9: Hayek methodical, machine-like as she lays in hot with Kelly, starts churning punches, touching up the belly, smoking a hook behind the elbow, digging a slutty right hand in under the breast line: Kelly doesn't look right. Ripa not answering back, mouth open - she's being stepped back under pressure, eyes glassy, forlorn - Salma presses the pace as Ripa fades. More hooks and harder along the waist, parked snug behind the eblow - Salma's weight on her front foot, right hand at her cheek as she dips and digs 'em in there. Ripa steps back with a sick look of hurt, elbows in and SHE TAKES A KNEE! Kel blinking back tears, all tore up in her gut - she's up at 8 - Salma frowning, pacing in the neutral corner. Hayek up tempoing, overhand right to get Kelly ducking, sumptuous hooks up underneath, straight right hands to get Kelly leaning back and payoff hooks on the chin. Ripa astonished, legs shot, reeling forward and back - she's a ruined, confused beauty and there's just too much Hayek coming at her. Again, Kelly does a slow sink to one knee under a sheet of Hayek leather - Salma thrusting her fists high and bellowing as she stalks away. Rip takes another 8, she's all busted up, nothing left, but ref shouts "FIGHT!" as he backs away...

...and on comes Salma! Hayek merciless, digging in. She's got Ripa crippled, hunkering forward and Salma's just IN there, using the left shoulder/elbow to nudge, prop then she packs that vicious hook in, dotting the right hip area on Kelly with hardhearted precision. It's all too much - Kelly gurgling as she ships a few more ruinous body shots, then she pitches to all fours, spitting her mouthpiece out and choking. Hayek struts away: Ripa sits back on her haunches, hugging her battered, pulsing torso as tears stream down puffy cheeks. KO9 Salma Hayek!!

After: Murderous brawling stuff sees two women pushed to the breaking point - in the end, master of the Mexican body war sees her blonde opponent off with a merciless volley of hooks. Hayek seething with rage at Ripa's deliberate, even wanton jug mugging - Salma wastes no time in hauling a shabby Kelly off her stool, parading her around the ring one time, then tossing her OUT of the ring!

Salma joining Kelly on the floor, helping her up, then Hayek jumps up to sit on the apron, guiding helpless blonde into position between sturdy latina legs, pressing Kel's swollen face to those mouthwatering melons, and Hayek's cinching up. Salma's dark eyes furious, chin digging into Kelly's damp skull, right hand cupped atop Kelly’s head as the reverse sleeper grip keeps her face sealed in nice n' tight. Ripa mewling in protest, pushing down on Salma's rounded thighs, then reaching round her body for a desperate hug, then as panic sinks in, reaching up behind to pull at Salma's shoulders. Hayek just applying crushing pressure waist and face on Kelly, occasionally turning her head to rest her cheek atop Kelly's head. Eventually, Hayek barks at the ring announcer to bring the mic over so the crowd can hear Ripa's muffled whimpering in the background.

Salma shouts, "Americana hootchies, THEES eez whatchoo get if you go to my breasts, comprende? Anyone who even LOOKS at my chest again will suffer as Kelly is suffering."

Just for emphasis, Hayek re-locks her ankles and adjusts her hands on Kelly's scalp, easing back like she's reeling in a huge marlin on a fishing charter. Poor Kelly trapped, getting every last drop used up - she goes out with her arms wrapped light and wet around Salma's hips, hands cupping Mexican backside as Hayek helps herself to a little extra.