Unified Lightweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 4/14/2007, 9:27 am.

Before: Non-consecutive Best of 5 between rivals; title bout; fights don’t get much bigger than this for FCBA fans. Biel at the podium turns, faces Jen: “Jenny, check i9t out,” Biel pulls up her white tank top with her right hand, crunching bare abs at the champ. “BAM! Right? I KNOW! Check this (releases shirt to pop a right bicep Jens way--Biel making hysterical faces of exaggerated awe at her own muscle--looking at Jen--looking bat the muscle). Hey? KAPOW! I know, I know--you’re thinking ‘dammmm, this ain’t fair’ you’re all, ‘How’m I going to handle Jessica’s beef? What am I supposed to do against this monster?’ Baby, all I can tell you is ‘look out’, you know? Look out, ‘cause all THIS (gestures grandly at the majesty that is the Biel torso), is coming at you like a friggin’ freight train. I’m buff, I’m tuff, and baby, I am ALL that. Your title reign is OVER starting right now!”

O’Dell nonplussed, but staying cool: Jen’s come a long way from the beach, in AND out of the ring, refusing to be baited into preflight confrontation by Biel’s brazen physique-flaunting. “You’ve got a great physique, Jess, you really do,” Jenny admits at the podium. “I’d even favour you over me in a bear hugging contest or arm wrestling set. Good thing for me, this is a BOXING match--you know? The sweet science? And another good thing for me is you obviously don’t know jack about sport-specific training--if you did, you’d never come in so muscle-bound for boxing. I’ve got all the muscles I need--the RIGHT muscle--to handle you business Jess. How’m I gonna handle the freight train? Probably the same way I have before: by knocking it on it’s big, fat, man-ass”

Oh, that’s too much for Jess, Biel lunging out of her seat--Jenny grinning, NOW letting the beach loose--grappling entanglements crashes onto the dais as the blondes spill to the deck. Jess in white bikini with tan connections, blonde battle bun, white gloves. Jen in baby blue bikini, white gloves.

During R1: Jessica feinting, crouching, lunging--O’Dell a little on her heels, dukes p, trying to diagnose the incoming. JENNY GETS ROCKED! Minute mark--Biel slow--crouching down to her left, suddenly rocketing into a ripping left uppercut to Jenny’s chin--champ sent reeling to ropes goggle-eyed, Biel grinning, pouncing forward hands low--OH she lashes a whip-armed right think across Jenny’s abs, leaning in to drag that baby home. Biel hopping to her left, hands still low--she nips Jenny a grazing left uppercut across blonde left cheek, brushing O’Dell back--glancing right cross startles Jen bu doesn’t land flush. O’Dell frazzled, butt-in ropes--she lolls forward to clinch, but Jessica’s shoulders won’t stand for it: Biel writhing clear, staying on Jenny’s ribcage and tummy CHUP! CHUP! Jessi humming here--purring smile in place as she twitches and swipes vicious body shots home--shaking Jen: O’Dell grimly digging in as punishment accrues. Biel very snappy, snatching with her shots--not keeping a constant lather on Jen, but rather menacing her in sudden bursts--mitts bouncing loud off O’Dell’s golden brown flesh as champ covers up. Final moments--JESSICA HAMMERS JUGG! Poor jenny--she’s stunned, awestruck as Biel suddenly tightens up, rotating her shoulders to chug away hup-hup to bulging Jenny-jug at the bell. HUGE grin Biel as she straightens, nods fiercely in Jenny’s groggy face at the bell,. Ref separating the beauties as O’Dell’s cheeks glow crimson.

R2: Jenny rallies, answers like a champ. Pumping jab from Jen--stiff, jolting poke pre-empting Jessica, tracking her as she sets up in her coiled crouch, disrupting her. O’Dell relying on fading footwork--jabbing to make contact, then sliding backward--dragging her front (left) foot--forcing Biel to pounce from too far out. Pivots to either side from Jen--she’s turning Jessica, luring her. O’Dell picking spots to drop right hands--short, chop-rights normally after a series of rights, ticketed for Jessi’s head. Jen immediately tying up or ducking low after committing on right hands--denying Biel those rapid-fire receipts. Classy shutout has Jessica spraying punches, looking a little off balance as Jen firms.

R3: Biel stalking, scowling--crowd oohing and aahing even her misses as Jessi’s so ballistic and committed on her delivery. Biel prowling flat footed and supple--rotating her torso into low crouches, then looking to take Jenny out with ripping rising power. O’Dell managing the pyrotechnics with footwork--managing distance beautifully, always trying to get outside either Biel shoulder and wrong-foot her. Jenny’s jab a powerful pulse, pounding at Jessi with surprisingly high connect percentage--O’Dell able to establish effective command-of-the-ring by the minute mark. Rest of the way just Jenny boxing Jessi midring, sidestepping her, fading her, dropping opportunistic right hands and tying up for ref’s breaks. Cagey mix of mobile run-and-shoot with hold-and-hit keeping Biel bottled up through 3.

R4: Biel double clutching a little--going into her crouch, but second-guessing herself after so many missed lunges: Jenny’s taking advantage of the hesitation. O’Dell counter-pouncing now when Jessi’s setting in her crouch: tapping jess the one-two n the guard, then ROASTING Jessica’s right flank a licking, limber, hamhanded hook CHUP! O’Dell pivoting clockwise, turning Jess--still beating her to punches: Biel’s early swagger replaced by a hinky uncertainty as she’s not pulling the trigger in those crowd-wowers any more. Jenn occasionally backing Jessi up as well: instead of tying up after dropping the chop-right, Jenny’s crowding and pushing Jessica off. Biel sulking, looking bullied--by the final minute, svelte Jenny’s walking muscular Jessica down, to the surprise of ringside pundits.

R5: Those chopping right hands of Jenny’s very Cat bell-like--she’ll jab over Biel’s right shoulder first, then lean in close, carrying the right onto Jessi’s jaw before tying her up. Look at Jen in the clinch: little right hand clouts underneath while left curls round behind Jessica’s head, holding and hitting her. Tie-ups, pushoffs--Jenny constantly shifting Jessica’s feet, dictating Biel’s balance to her. Midway through--Jessica mounts an awkward lunge, flinging and overhand right: Jenny rolls with it to her right, comes back a bombastic right hand to the pit of Jessi’s formidable stomach: BUNCHING HER UP HEART! Jennifer’s eyes alight--she sets on her left (front) foot and REEFS hooks in behind Jessi’s elbows. Jessica sputtering--doubled forward, shipping gorgeous digs in above her hips and BIEL GOES DOWN! Slowly, cranky descent--Jessica gasping, reaching for canvas and gingerly settling into her knees: bellow of triumph from exultant Jen as crowd roars to collective feet. Jessica up, wincing, weepy at the ropes: ON COMES JENNIFER O’DELL! Champ cold-blooded as she steps-to, taos out one-two up top to get Biel covering up high: Jenny dips left, digs an evil hook to Jessica’s quivering liver, buckling the YU beauty, sitting her in the ropes,

Jen stoops, reaches in under Jessica’s arms, chests her upright, throws the left shoulder into Jessi’s mouth just because--startling her. Short left clouts across Jessica’s chin--Jenny with her elbow down and close to the body on delivery, just tilting her torso-right to get the punch close in. Jessica spluttering, facing into wallop--her arms outstretched past Jenny’s shoulders: O’Dell tilts torso-left, slamming a similar, short-short right to chops.

Jenny pushes into Jessica, throws a tuff shoulder into her mouth to disrupt Jessi’s clinch, throws a savage right forearm in close to Jessica’s ribcage, beating the breath from her lungs in a shout.

Jenny drops the right foot back a smidge, widening stance as knuckle-pushes Jess in her shoulders: quick-snap hook bites Jessica in the tummy; quick-snap hook smashes off Jessi’s face as Jenny’s shifting weight to right foot. Jessica swaying on the spot--pushing out groping punches: Jenny repeats the hook combo, scoring body and face.

Biel rocked, shabby--she loads up a right, trying to finish Jen in one: O’Dell sees it, reads it on the launch pad--ducks in first with shrieking right to chin to win the race. Head-swivel Jessica--right hand waving over top as jenny ducks low on follow-through: BIEL GOES DOWN! Jessica Biel sweeping face-first to canvas, following the arch of her own right hand--SHE’S OUT! KO5 in brutal fashion--Jennifer O’Dell!

After: Biel mouthing canvas, fast asleep--deftly chin checked in midpunch bhy clinically effective Jennifer O’Dell tonight. Jenny hands raised--shouting “YES!” in ferocious exultation--vindication of sorts for O’Dell as she EMPHATICALLY defends her belts against perhaps the most formidable celeb physique extant. “We’ve got a lot of knockout between us,” Jen says in post fight, pulling her sweaty nose, standing hands on hips, “We both look to win early, and we both take chances to do it--but I think Jessica stayed with her high risk strategy longer than I did. I was hurt--I’m not going to kid you--I was hurt by almost the first punch she put on me--that really smartened me up. I went to box-and-control after the first because Jessica won the shootout as far as I was concerned. But she couldn’t stop me--that’s the thing, that’s the difference between us. She hurt me--but that just makes me more determined to fight. When Jessica gets hurt…well, we saw what happened, didn’t we?” Jenny smiles sweetly, folds her hands together and pantomimes sleepy-time with hands at her cheek. Ouch.

Reposted by Archer 5/3/11.