BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by Simguy on 2/5/2006, 1:46 pm.

Before: Jolene with a long climb back in front of her: once feared rangy slugger bedeviled by confidence problems--she needs to step up and beat down a fearless dark horse type like park. Grace lean, rangy herself, but offering a completely different approach: she’s the Castillo to Blalock’s Corales--always looking to crowd and bang rather than sling long, wiry right hands, Grace in black sports bra, yellow nylon jogging trunks, scruffy puncher’s ponytail: Jolene in grey stretch cotton sports bra, navy nylon jogging trunks, scruffy blonde puncher’s ponytail.

During R1: Grace gets her way, quickly hustling Jolene to ropes and going right her, Park setting her feet, leaning in with her forehead abutting Jolene’s--Grace chucking rangy punches wide to JB’s ribs and waist, bringing the mitts back quick to the mouth to rest, Blalock butt-in-ropes--scrubbing tousle with Grace: JB answering back wide, snappy licks to the hips and flanks--she also bringing her mitts back to cheek or mouth, keeping elbows in after snatching at Park. Taut, tasty, toe-to-toe trade--FURIOUS pace--Grace just pouring the punishment to Jolene, forcing Blalock to brawl just for breathing room.

R2: Grace right back on top, pressing Jolene at the ropes, JB slouched in the ropes, legs spread wide, elbows in, dukes at her cheeks as she bumps and rubs her forehead against Grace, Park with rangy, snappy delivery--twist8ing her hips, bending her knees, getting into Jolene with sinewy leverage--but the body work’s just the beginning. Park jerking short uppercuts--lefts and rights--bringing the mitts back to her mouth and butting with her head to help smother receipts. Park looping lefts and rights wide to the ears and temples if her fie, lashing savagely at Jolene--Blalock hurt repeatedly, slugging desperately, but this just isn’t her game> Midway through, fierce body pounding sets up jagged uppercuts and clubbing shots upside the head--Blalock swoons to all fours as Park steps back, chest heaving. Final minute mop up--Grace park beats the stuffing of out of Jolene’s bra--the same rangy snap-and-recover--Grace putting her hands all over Jolene, but doing it smart, bringing the dukes back to guard before releasing again.

R3: Jolene a little frazzled, a little rattled--she gets the jab off her hip to open the round, buying herself a little time as Park soaks stick. Grace regroups, jabs back and leans into overhand rights tight to Blalock’s ear: Jolene’s forced to ropes once again and Grace takes over. Snap-snatching beat down--Grace right on top, forehead grinding as punches romp up and down Jolene’s frame. Park with little head butts, little knuckle-nudges, little shoulder bumps--nice bumping jostle setting up a non-stop sheeting lather.

R4: More Grace. Jolene’s body conforming to the ropes as she sits, stoops forward--she’s working hard, trying to punch-with, but Grace is getting the better of it. Park coaxing hellish leverage from her fat-free frame: shifting weight from one foot to the other, arching her back, twisting her hips--punches crisp, pulverizing. Blalock landing some whippy leather herself--mostly to the waist and hips, just trying not to leave herself open. Park smoldering as she spins away at the bell, glaring en route to her corner: very, very intense young woman handing out a thumping through 4.

R5: Jolene competing on the inside, but she wants distance: this round, she gets it. Blalock backhanding the jab off her hip--a very stiff, snappy poke, keeping Park at arm’s length. Jolene extending on slinging right hands--not connecting flush--but the pop of then off Grace’s guard enough to make Park back off, eyes narrowed in concentration. Jolene pressing the attack, wading in off long right hands to get ripping hooks off Park’s taut waistline--Grace grunting as she soaks ‘em up. Jolene also going to the body with wide, slinging rights--licking succulent blasts off Grace’s waist--Park grimacing, bending forward behind her mitts as Blalock finally gets to be the boss.

R6: Grace rights the ship, brawling Jolene to the ropes, then setting up on her forehead to forehead, going at Blalock with blazing intensity. Shattered bell to bell beat down--wide shots, gloves bashing off shoulders and skull, thumping off ribs, ripping up tummy meat. Grace dipping her shoulders, jerking tidy uppercuts to rack and chin--Jolene just trying to keep her guard together, doesn’t offer back, Park wheeling away all blazing-eyed at the bell: stomping purposefully to her corner, barking for water--she’s 100% focused on the total destruction of Jolene Blalock tonight.

R7: Jolene’s breaking down: no more doubt about it. Blalock  grimacing as she sits in the ropes, stooping forward in the earmuff, now just soaking it up one way. Park loading up, knuckling at Jolene’s shoulders just before ripping a shot home, pushing and butting in syncopation with the punches. Scraping uppercuts starti8ng to shred the defence--Blalock’s face distorting under hot contact: if she weren’t hurt, she’d surely answer these blow, Furious chop-chop applied to Blalock’s rack--Grace getting in there with both fists, keeping her elbows in and just swabbing away tidy. Gorgeous bell t bell thumping--Park pushing up off her foe at the bell and stomping away: Jolene achy, cringing en route to her corner, slumping discouraged on her stool.

R8: Sheets of Grace Park punching: sinewy back and shoulder muscles shrieking into view as she rips lefts and rights into the body, head and upper back of her foe. Poor Jolene shellshocked, guard no longer proof against Grace’s punches: Park’s fists caroming off Jolene’s temples, picking up her chin and landing with shuddering heft amidships No one punch does it--just a blistering accumulation of power shots finally beating Jolene to her knees. Blalock butt-in-the-air, face between her gloves on the mat--she just can’t take any more Grace Park. KO8 Park.

After: Park may not be the most skilled fighter in the FCBA, but she just might be the hungriest: she gets after Jolene with almost maniacal intensity, beating the wiry blonde into submission with round after round of relentless punching, Blalock breaks down into tears on her stool: this just might have been the most one-sided beat down of the entire slump and it’s a hard pill for proud Jolene to swallow.

Reposted by Archer 11/6/10.