Posted by Simguy on 5/4/2007, 7:44 am.

Before: Bust little flyweight Blalock making the rounds--sjy high after waxing a faded Yasmine Bleeth, “Enterprise” hottie can really establish herself with a win over veteran Wuhrer. Kari finally rehabbing from the harsh treatment suffered at the hands of Kelly Packard, anxious to show that she can come back from a true licking. Jolene in heroic white sports bra, black spandex shorts, long blonde hair, Wuhrer in red thin strap sorts bra, red stretch cotton shorts.

During R1: Girls all loosey-goose haymakers, slinging and looping early and Jolene gets kissed a hard right hand high on the head that has her stepping funky. Lashing beat down follow up as Kari hounds her girl pillar to post--Wuhrer getting close and pulling her slender arms into Jolene as the blonde wilts against the ropes, lithe body getting shiny from the leather.

R2: payback--Jolene lifting the jab off her hip, sliding back to walk Kari into the clouting check-hook, and midway through, Blalock scorches Kari’s chin a sweeping right hand to put the brunette on her back! Jolene’s turn to finish up sexy at the ropes--blonde standing close, turning her hips and shoulders to lick long armed power strokes against Kari’s shuddering frame--willowy flies are shaking each other up early.

R3: Return of serve shutout--Wuhrer. Kari fenced jab from outside early, stepping Jolene back, then patiently whittles away to the waist with wide right hands, coming upstairs with wide slinging hooks as Blalock starts to drift once again. Down the stretch. Wuhrer back at close range, galloping her fists to Jolene’s mammoth jugs, puts the right uppercut/left hook onto Blalock’s chin to stretch the blonde helpless on the ropes at the bell. Blalock jangly-legged, staggered--boozily staring at Wuhrer’s back as the brunette struts back to her corner.

R4: Shutout JOLENE! Now Blalock puts Kari wobbly-butt with a looping overhand right on the ear, following up with swatting hooks on the face to drive Wuhrer ropeside. Girls just hurting each other then piling on in tit for tat feeding frenzies. Wuhrer dazed, gloves at her temples as she cringes against the strands--Jolene with her feet wide, butt back-she’s palming and pushing up, then torquing her whippet body into wide bashing strokes, lugging her punches into Kari from either side and up underneath. At the bell--Wuhrer busted up at the hairline, eyes glassy--SHE’S now tottering, looking forlorn. Jolene wide eyed and hurting as well--this thing is starting to get into last woman standing territory.

R5: KARI ANSWSERS THE BID! Wuhrer flat footed, seeing double--staggers to midring and initiates ground war as Jolene falls in open mouthed to slug. Long armed beauties curl it up underneath, getting harsh with shoulders and elbows as they push and prop for punching room. Punching pace is constant, but laborious--both girls so banged up at this point they’re just gutting the punches in,. Even round until very late--Wuhrer just lifting punches off her thighs, lifts Jolene’s chin with a weary right uppercut, followed by a sailing wide left on the eye--Blalock nearly dropped to her butt at the bell.

R6: Kari breaks through--finally puts back to back rounds together. Both girls so ragged midring, pushing punches at each other, falling into one another’s arms, struggling to muscle each other back. Wuhrer finally brawns her girl into the ropes, palming and shouldering Jolene, then hoisting in leather from underneath. Groggy mouth on shoulder brawling--Wuhrer just leaning onto a stupefied Blalock, hands low, pumping leather mindlessly downstairs to the hips and belly. Blalock swaying at the bell, tries to straighten her hair with her gloves in a clear sign of “I’m hurt and I have no idea where I am.”

R7: Jolene using a little bit of boxing--tortuous to watch her use her legs, every step threatens to betray her. Wuhrer just as shaky however and she’s getting picked over as blonde circles and works her outside. Down the stretch, it all gets erased--Kari bending in a looping overhand right, bouncing the fist flush off  Jolene’s face and splattering Blalock  to the canvas, Jolene open mouthed in shock, trying to get to her feet--just BARELY beats the count. Wuhrer steals a Blalock round and has the blonde reeling after 7.

R8: Two way slugging erupts--more agonized, groggy action as the girls lay in with each other, taking turns galloping away to one another’s breast. Eyelashes fluttering sleepily, lips parted, faces slick with sweat, shoulders rolling and churning as jugs are rubbed raw--it’s totally primordial at this point, At the bell, girls wobble back from one another--Blalock’s eyes distant and cloudy--Wuhrer looking hungry.

R9; More exhausted, mutually destructive trade--girls laying in, giving away all their natural advantages to stroke and lick to the body inside. Slow, soggy punching, girls straining against each other, setting their feet, then turning their hips, pulling the punch wetly home, then cringing in anticipation of the receipt. Blalock getting the better of it late, finally halts a long, sustained, Wuhrer rally as the girls trade tepidly after the bell.

R10: Kari meets Jolene midring, girls get cheek to cheek, holding each other around the elbows, palming each other’s hips, occasionally cuffing or swatting at each other--Wuhrer slowly walking Jolene to the ropes. Blalock somnambulant at this point, eyes closed, gloves weak at her cheeks--Wuhrer dipping to use her shoulder against the blonde’s guard to prop her up, then pulling in wide lefts and rights to lather up the flanks. Down the stretch, Blalock sits helplessly in the ropes, unable to punch back---Wuhrer gulping for air--pressing the knuckles of her left glove into Jolene’s stomach for balance and clubbing mindlessly away with right hands to the bell. Comes back ruinous UD10 Kari Wuhrer.

After: Gobsmacking brawl leaves both women destitute--Wuhrer finally imposing her will on what had been a grim life and death battle over the first half. Flyweight picture murky as ever--every contender viable, every contender with good wins and tough losses--Blalock unable to separate herself from the pack with this heartbreaking in defeat.

Reposted by Archer 7/7/10.