Posted by Simguy on 1/20/2007, 7:47 am.

Before: Kristin looking to justified her signing bonus right out of the chute: high profile showdown with HISC stalwart Hannigan puts Kreuk under the microscope. “I know a lot of people are wondering if the Mountees bought the best available flyweight out there--what with Sarah carter bleating like a gut-kicked sheep and all,” Kreuk acknowledges at the podium. “Everyone know I generate ticket sales, but taking out a HISC fighter will prove that I’m just not here to make pretty posters and sell t-shirts, I’m ‘fight’ first, ‘pretty’ second.”

Hannigan equally eager to mix it up with a perennial HISC-jinx. “Kristin’s done well against Claire in the past,” Hannigan admits, “and that has embarrassed us from time to time. It’s a new year and Mish gave us a huge boost by hammering her way to JMD glory: it’s up to me to keep the ball rolling--right over Krissy’s KO’d body”

Hannigan in midnight blue bra and panties, tan mid-calf moccasins, small white “Cat Paw” gloves. Kristin sporting a Maple Leaf motif halter (string tied in the back), solid red wrestling-fit trunks, white aerobics shoes/socks, small white “Cat Paw” gloves.

During R1: Kristin directly at Hannigan’s body--HISC vixen taken aback by the unexpected no-frills assault. Aly: dukes up, torso cramped slightly forward, lips parted, Krissy: leaning on front (left) foot, letting hands go--licking punches bounce off taut Hanni-belly; Kris bringing her hand back tight to chest as she swivels into the next punch. Rip-snatch thump/thump--girls stepping flat-footed, Hannigan suffering, Alyson attempting to disengage--Krissy glaring, spitting pursuit-jabs to maintain contact--then brunette closes and continues to chop that tree. Odd, bell-to-bell attrition handed out by surprising Krissy: girls leaning towards each other, standing like a pair of middleweights. Bell: Hannigan blinking, blushing--tummy all a-throb as Kreuk shows the benefit of having success to a Rachel McAdams or Elisha Cuthbert in camp.

R2: Change-up: Aly’s hands inching lower, elbows protected her pulsing ribs and pain-wracked tummy--Kris scores a rifling right cross off a traditional jab to out redhead wobbly butt. Hannigan stunned, eyes wide--but shakes it off: Kreuk presses to mop up, but stout Hannigan resistance soon has brunette covering up earmuff. Role reversal from the minute mark on: now it’s Krissy all cramped and paralyzed, stooping forward behind her mitts as a vengeful Alyson Hannigan licks away sumptuous at quivering, tight tummy-meat. The same snappy action on the punches--Aly bringing the mitts back to her chest, then popping her hips to get the next stroke in. Kreuk grunting, stepping around all heavy in her trunks, fielding body blows--Aly just patiently walking her down and lathering. Bell: Hannigan forcing hard eye contact--unspoken acknowledges by both vixens that this thing just might be decided at the waistline tonight.

R3: Kristin doing a bit more positional jabbing--still flat-fiited, pointing her left shoulder at Alyson, prodding at her from a slight crouch--Aly slide-stepping back, poking her own jab back at Krissy’s mouth as the girls probe for each other. Kristin picking spots to hop-in hooks--catching Aly on her face, in her breasts--then it’s a spirited small-mitt romp to gut PAK! PAK! PEK! Alyson getting worked over, but keeping it together: towards round’s end, she is able to swing some juicy right roundhouses into Kreuk’s left flank behind the elbow. Krissy grimacing, torso warping slightly around the hot touches as Hannigan avoids shutout.

R4: Kreuk still smarting from Alyson’s right hands low to the left side: Hannigan goes right back there with evil intentions. Hot, smacking small-glove leather bites into Kreuk’s flank--she groans bending with the blow, staggering slightly to her right. Kreuk spitting defensive jabs, stepping away flat-footed--Hannigan walking her girl down with grim purpose. Both girls with hands loose at chest height when traveling--both planting strong, using just enough upper body movement and parries with the right hand to stay relatively safe while otherwise available. Body is there for both women: that’s what they’re taking. Just a grunting, hard-working round of body punching--slender-limbed., gamine-framed vixens just biting and digging at one another with wince-making vindictiveness. Hannigan’s on the board--both girls showing a shaky-leg, a trembling rump en route to respective corners.

R5: Right hand Kris Kreuk up top--Hanni caught flush, immediately covers up hurt and Kreuk goes right back downstairs, both guns. Kris exhaling hot through parted lips, arms churning--she’s whaling at her foe--lefts and rights pumping, batting at tummy and rib. Hannigan groaning, brows furrowed--she sags into ropes shopworn, keeping her guard rigid at temples, Kreuk steps-to, squares away--she’s careful to fetch the off skidding uppercut against the the front of Hanni’s guard, just to jeep the hands up--but what Krissy wants most is body. On the lapping, limber-limbed wallop: Kreuk’s face red with effort, feet set strong--popping her hips side to side as she bounces merciless fists off her opponent’s midsection.

Hannigan’s weakening.

Hannigan’s softening.

Hannigan’s loosening.

AND HANNIGAN GOES DOWN! Happens in stages--gradual, hard-to-watch collapse as first paralysis sets in, then internal systems start switching off. Alyson stooooooping forward, reaching for the canvas and going to all fours, mouth panting in shock. Kreuk standing there, trembling arms at her sides, just taking in the sight--ref gentles Kreuk back, but Krissy can’t take her eyes off the shabby sight of crippled Aly, Hannigan absolutely hobbled, whimpering as she tries once, twice to get off her knees She sits back on her haunches, face punched, arms hugging ribs as the 10 count passes her by. KO5 Kris Kreuk.

After: Kreuk pumping her fist, hissing “YES!” through clenched teeth--bruising victory beaten out of Alyson Hannigan’s sturdy little chassis tonight. Kris storming to HISC corner to collect tribute via the Walk of Shame--but Mountee officials gently guide spirited vixen aide and give her a little coaching: Hannigan’s hurting; that’s victory enough. “Curious fight for both these girls,” observes one Celebrity Ring columnist. “Kristin quickly established to he body and forced Hannigan to do the same--from then on it was just a race to pile up the tummy touches and wear the opposition out.”

Reposted by Archer 12/5/10.