REEBOK BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by Simguy on 5/3/2002, 7:08 am.

Before: Interesting times at bantam-Teri Hatcher upsets one of the most dominant champs in history and faces a young, lithe version of herself in her first defence. “I’m not buying it,” says Teri of the similarity, “Alba’s all tangled arms and legs shoddy footwork, lots of mental lapses. She’s quick I’ll give her that, but she’s not Kelly Hu quick. I see me spanking a whelp in this fight.” Jessica’s challenge is to maintain focus under the sudden intensity of a title-bound training camp--lot more press, lot more attention than anyone had been planning for, but youngster seems up up to the task, “I’m a star,” chirps Jessica. “Hello? I hang with Britney Spears--I think I’m used to a little media exposure. We’re going to tune Teri up right and I’m walking out that ring with belts. And you can have all the interviews you want after that!”

Hatcher in red velvet push up and panties, white lace trim, Alba in form fitting long sleeved crop top to a high neck, royal blue, bare midriff, royal blue bikini bottoms.

During R1: TERI GOES DOWN! Jessica light n’ limber, clips Teri a walk away hook on the chops, sees she’s stunned and lays ion a sweeping right on the ear to club the champ to the deck. Teri takes a badly rattled 8 and Alba swarms her at the ropes. Loving, lashing strokes--Jessica getting all loose limbed and lanky as she tears it up--Hatcher punished remorselessly, then straighten up by a licking right uppercut, peppered by a bang/bang left right in the eye and TERI GES DOWN AGAIN! Hatcher trembling, on all fours as Alba jumps away to the neutral corner. Champ takes a swaying 8, digs in, covers up and gets swabbed from hip to head as Jessica lathers away. Alba jumping up and down in front of Teri at the bell, hands in the air--Hatcher crumpled in the ropes--it’s disastrous start for the champ.

R2: Teri sacking up, comes out grim and methodical behind a piston jab to restore order. Alba with her hands low, loping side to side, changing direction on the aging dancer to test those legs. Potshotting, sporadic round at a distance--Alba ringing circus punches off her thighs to slap at Teri’s face for points.

R3: Jessica loving it in there tonight--she’s able to slip Teri’s stick, dip in close, lick her hands up against Teri’s breadbasket and bra, then lean back and away as Hatcher’s slow on the uptake, Teri fighting unusually conservatives--she’s getting embarrassed by the whippy hand speed of the kid and can’t find her rhythm. Hatcherr avoids the shutout with some spearing right hands down into the body--at least making contact with the willowy brunette.

R4: Teri backhanding the jab off the hip, cocking that right at her chest finally turns into a sizzling right cross that beats Alba to the ounch--Jessica sent stammering as her on right misses--Teri takes over. Hatcher dipping and cranking that rising hook up ino the midriff, drawing grunts of pain from the challenger, backing her up. Teri working up and down, grazing chin with that lethal right cross--Alba looking a little shaken up as she backpedals awkwardly this round.

R5: Teri slowly exerting her will, cutting if the ring, touching Jessica with the jab. Alba goes to the rope and tries her side by side shimmy, but Teri pounces up the middle with a slick one-two, drilling the challenger into the strands. Hatcher follows up with that dreadful thumping hook underneath and whistling right hand on the mouth and ALBA IS HURT! Jessica staring, swaying--she just barely turns her shoulders to roll with Hatcher’s finishing flurry to get out of the round.

R6: Both girls looking scuffed, hungry, desperate--both making the other feel very, very vulnerable in this fight. Girls get to slinging hooks early, Alba beating Teri to the punch once, twice--HATCHER’S STAGGERED! Teri wandering away with a glazed look--punchy Alba steps up and NAILS her a sloppy right cross on the teeth, uncoils into a slashing left to put the champ ropeside. Cat and mouse at the ropes--Alba menacing Teri with lanky backhand jab against the stomach trying to bring those hands down for payoff rights to the skull, Hatcher laying  over on he right side, pointing the left shoulder at Jessica in hopes of pulling the trigger on the counter right. Down the stretch, Alba commits to Terri’s body with a curling barrage if lefts and rights--Hatcher breaking down reaches dreamily to clinch and get CLOCKED a hook on the chops as Jessi slides out onto her back foot. Teri swooning badly at the bell--Jessica labeling her a cheap right hand on the eye to draw the refs whistle.

R7: Jessica stalking, pawing at Teri with that jab off the hip, leaning into right hands as Hatcher wilts around the ring. Down the stretch, Teri using her own jab off the hip, fluttering at Alba’s breasts then SCORCHING in over the top to put Jessica wobbly butt. Alba stumbling forward to clinch--Hatcher stepping back and walking the brunette inti a heartstopping right uppercut to the solar plexus--Jessica sobbing aloud as her legs nearly give way at the bell. Teri steals a clear Alba stanza--the things tightening up.

R8: Girls planting on shaky legs, stepping stiffly clockwise around their jabs--both looking to end this thing with one right hand. Teri’s doing more--she’s doubling up the jab to the belly and chest, she’s throwing the hard right hand, but also following
It up with a nifty little hook chaser. Alba basically reacting, showing fine defensive reflexes to slip and lean away from real harm--but she drops another late round to the champ.

R9: Teri on the stalk--walking Jessica down--Hatcher’s jab now thumping against Jessica’s chest with authority, backing the youngster up. Teri with the right at her chest, leaning in and bending down on follow through as she whistles the punch over--Jessica not taking flush, but she’s wearing down under the effort of avoiding these missiles. Latter half of the round gets soggy as the girls lay in with one another--each tapping at one another’s midriffs and jugs with limber lefts and rights underneath. Hatcher pumping her fist at the bell--Alba’s ashen-faced, looking distant as Teri outworks her for more points.

!0: Jessica gets young again,  Jessi putting Teri’s bra to the jab, getting painful smack out of those jugs to put Teri on the defensive. Hatching standing erect, looking shopworn--Jessica’s able to lean in and kiss right hands off Teri’s chin to keep Hatcher loose in the knees. Alba not pressing too much--she’s potshot ting hard, hurting Teri, but not making any mistakes--she simply hounds the champ from one defensive stand to the next bell to bell. Comes back UD10 for the winner and NEW bantam champion, Jessica Alba!

After: Battered and bowed Teri Hatcher lets it all wash over her--take away the knockdowns and se either wins or retains the tile. Jessica leaping and arousing--jumping into Britney’s arms as her two bounce away like contestants on “The Price is Right”, Press floods the ring and immediately asks BRITNEY what she thought of Jessica’s efforts!  “There was no way Teri Hatcher was taking my girl down,” schmoozes Brit. “No way! We’re too young, too pretty, too fast for these toothless cougars!” Alba showing more than her fair share of bite marks in the background., trying her best not to look upstaged. Nevertheless, breakthrough performance for Alba--she soaks up some mean right hands, bounces Hatcher off the canvas repeatedly, boxes, slugs and guts her way to a deserving win.

Reposted by Archer 7/5/10.