Posted by Simguy on 10/3/10, 6:42 pm.

Before: Jessica a tall bantam who doesn’t always use her height; all part of the plan, far as Alba’s concerned. “I like to ring girls up get ‘em outta there,” Jess shrugs, jerking her thumb over her shoulder. “I dip in close and pick ‘em up hard--I don’t want to wheel around all night, banking touches, If Sophia is still standing after 3 rounds, I’ll take it as a personal insult!” Sophia challenged by Eliza to get a Wolf pack win: she recognizes the opportunities and dangers in Jessi’s approach. “She’s so long and supple, that when she does tighten up stroke to lick inside, she hits like a lightweight. I Have to punch-with: that’s the whole secret. If I’m brave enough, and my timing’s good, I’ll catch her getting off and put her don. She’s lethal, but she’s chinny: if Hewitt can drop her, I can too!” Jessica in  “Into The Blue” teal bikini top and striped bottoms; white gloves; slick blonde ponytail for the occasion. Sophia in teak push up bra; brown bikini bottoms with teal tie-side strings; white gloves.

During R1: Sophia deep-crouching, gloves at her mouth; Jessica spritzing jabs, lips curled off her teeth as she gets off. Minute mark--Jess in tight with the left uppercut biting into Sophia’s left shoulder--then a swishing right/left across Sophia’s back as shorter girl bobs. Bush answers out of her crouch--hooking Jessica’s chin, then stepping-with an tagging her a whistling overhand right: ALBA’S ROCKED! Jess staggering back wide-eyed, legs spasming--she hits ropes in disarray--covering up earmuff to receive Sophia’s charge, Bush quickly inside--head pushing in between Alba’s mitts--fists busily bouncing off Jessica’s flat, re-conditioned gut. Jess pummeled breathless at the ropes as Sophia stays on her, fights off her chest, decisively taking the first.

R2: Jess safety-first behind her jab; circling clockwise, right hand guarding chin as her left hand jots as Bush’s elusive head. Sophia crouching forward, having trouble finding range: Alba staying tall--rarely committing herself. Ho hum second as Jess gets her legs back, content to control space on a shorter fighter.

R3: Jessica continuing to wheel-left, working the jab, picking spots to come in. Alba stepping close, dipping left shoulder to rip short left uppercut: jess arching her back, getting her legs and glutes into these succulent punches. Sophia weaving well--eating the occasional jab or left uppie in close, but slipping most Alba right hands. Bush answering brisk to tanned Alba ribcage--bouncing either mitt off it after Jessica’s delivered. Down the stretch, Alba changes trajectory on slinging rights--three-quarters delivery allowing her to buggy-whip Sophia in the left flank to secure the round.

R4: Similar stuff--rangy Alba circling, choosing moments to edge in and get off: Bush bobbing/weaving, answering back hot. Halfway through--Sophia able to punch her way up Alba’s torso as the girls exchange inside: jess steps out, eats a chin-toggling right and suddenly Alba’s wobbly butt! Jess staggering to ropes with tears standing in beautiful eyes: she reaches for Sophia’s head, guiding little brunette on in. Bush scrounging fiercely at abs/ribs as Jessi’s pulling brunette head forward, just trying to prevent a jailbreak, Sophia sturdy--stamping to stay atop Jess at the ropes, reaching ‘round Jess to body her into strands/prevent escapes. Good thumping shove-n’-slug administered: Bush busy-scrubbing exuberance trumping Jessi’s class through 4.

R5: Minute mark--Jess angles in off her jab, gets her shoulder tucked in behind a vicious, short-shrugging left uppercut: Bush picked up HARD on the chin--lifted to her toes, shifted a quarter turn to her left as her right (back) foot scoots forward. Sophia turned from aggressive scrounger to wobbly-butt ruin in a heartbeat: eyes blinking, lips parted, torso lolling, Jessica snarling, pitiless: she pivots right while knuckling her gloves against Sophia’s chest, then licks the sidearm right lashed tight to trembling brunette tummy; tidy left uppercut with the signature supple Alba back arch and DOWN GOES BUSHY! Sophia lifted up on her toes again by rangy tug on her chin--she sits out of it, sprawling on her back in shock. It’s over; poor Bush anaesthetized, hands up above her head, twitching on her back as Jess struts past all nostrils flaring and I’m-so-hot. KO in ripping fashion--Jessica Alba.

After: Bush out for many long minutes--eventually scraped up and tenderly (for HISC) guided to her stool for repairs, salts and clean up. Alba thronged by press in the ring--flashbulbs bursting--mics crowding in as she pulls on her damp ponytail. “You know--it’s another girl down in my comeback,” jess explains. “Tough--a little smarter than I thought she’s be, Tagged me--nothing serious--you saw me eat that shit up and rock her response: that’s what girls have to expect when they get in with Jess Alba. I lay girls out at bantamweight--I don’t like decisions and I’ll take risks to avoid ‘em. That’s why there’s only one Jessica Alba--no matter how many new faces crop up claiming to be the Next Big Thing.”

Reposted by Archer 10/11/10.