Originally posted by Simguy on 3/10/2006, 7:02 am

Before: Sims looking to go to from top-tier to elite status: all she’s got to do is hand Jennifer Garner a loss. “I can do it,” Molly nods, lips tight with sincerity, “I’m ready. Jennifer’s looking soft, she’s coming off a pregnancy and for once, she’s not going to have the fitness advantage. I’m going to box this girl, keep her on her end of my jab and break her down. ’06 is Molly Sims’ year—Jen Garner’s just in the way.” Garner pursing her lips, non-plussed—she’s confident as always, but some pundits ARE questioning her conditioning as Jen looks a little pudgy on the scales. “I’m carrying some water weight,” Garner explains. “My last fight was at welter and I want to come down properly. The last thing I want to do is binge-and-purge my way between divisions like Charlize has: look at what that’s done to HER. I respect Molly and I’m training hard for her, but basically, I have a foolproof plan in mind for her and honestly, I don’t think she’s going to like it much.” Molly in black twist-tie halter top, black/grey horizontal barred hipster trunks. Jen in bright baby-blue bikini (bra style top), hair tightly battle braided.

R1: Molly a little tight early, spitting jabs from too far out, skittish on her feet, Garner stalking, crouching, rifling her jab with pounding force to knock back Molly’s head: blonde chased to ropes a minute in, JG going to work methodical: stiff jabs up top to occupy Molly’s guard, then THUMPING right/lefts loud against the waist. Shocking sledgehammer two blows—Molly’s chassis tight and toned as they come, but she’s badly shaken, crouching forward and gasping as garner slams away unopposed in a bludgeoning first.

R2: Molly open-mouthed, frowning—trying to jab Garner off her, but Jen weaving, keeping the right up at her temple, stepping into her own far-heavier jab to drive Molly ropeside, Sims covers up: Jen goes to work. Systematic, thudding abuse dished out—Jennifer in strong stance, jabbing or tossing one-twos up top to keep Molly pinned down then CHECKING her midsection ripping, loud hooks. Fans of bodypunching kissing their fingertips MWWWAH! At the sight of these gorgeous, thrilling licks: Garner just treating herself to supermodel waist like she’s bashing Molly with wet sandbags.

R3: Molly trying to keep her distance, loping back from Jen and looking to time garner for right uppercuts: Sims gets the punch, but Jen takes it, forces Molly ropeside once again. Molly grimacing, bearing her teeth—give her credit: she’s punching back in spots, poling straight right hands and stiff jabs off the apron,. Jennifer getting tagged up the left side of her head, but Molly punching off her heels, nit getting a lot of body weight into the shots. Meanwhile: thudding, vicious commitment to the body, Jen Garner. She’s systematically crippling Molly, leaving Sims doubled over behind her mitts, gasping and panting at the bell.

R4: Sims visibly falling apart: starting to push the jab, wave with the right hand as she backpedals—Jen’s rampaging body attack slowly shutting down blonde systems. More of it: Garner hounding Sims to ropes, then going at her with heartless precision. Jen moving her head well in the crouch, keeping the right hand at her cheek as she jabs up into Molly’s guard, stabilizing blonde for the body-bombs to come. Oh, those reefing hooks, those thump-right hands snug above the left hip. Molly shouting out in pain behind her gloves, crumpling forward: Jennifer able to jerk the left uppercut off the front foot, tuck the left hook in behind Molly’s elbow as long as blonde droops, soaks.

R5: Somebody stop the fight, Jennifer jabs Molly to ropes, bangs one-twos deliberately against the front grill of the guard, then gets ALL of Molly’s waist that thick, sledgehammer hook! Molly groaning, sobbing aloud, pitching forward—Job of work for garner to stay on her, push the shoulders back with the heels of her gloves, lean forward to lift thick punches up underneath. Splashy hooks take Molly in her flank as she tilts forward; pounding rights and lefts smash the shoulders, paralyzing blonde defences. On and on and on—Jennifer narrow-eyed, tight-lipped as she busts her hardest licks on Molly. It’s all too much—Sims finally wilts to all fours, sinking back onto her haunches and hugging her throbbing torso as tears spill. Jen garner struts away expressionless: just another day in the office for Ms, G. KO5 in brutal, brutal fashion, Jennifer Garner.

After: Sims crippled, blubbering—merciless body attack solving the riddle of the blonde’s length, legs and skills as Jen takes a baseball bat to the problem,. “It’s a gift,” Jennifer shrugs, grinning all dimply in postfight, when asked about her penchant for midsection. “I’ve always been able to punch to the body and it’s a HISC trademark. We do more body-drilling than any other house on the street—even Claire hurts girls to the midsection and it’s something we’re proud of.” Was there anything Molly could have done to change the verdict tonight? “Not really,” Jen shakes her head, honestly considering the question. “I mean, she tried to use her height, but actually out-jabbed her and I put her on the ropes to take her legs out of the equation. She had a nice, stinging straight right hand, but it’s not Theron-heavy you know? Girls always try to execute that Charlize game-plan against me, but it’s easier said than done.”

Reposted by Archer 8/5/09.