Originally posted by Simguy on 12/23/2005, 6:47 am.

Before; Intriguing bout: plenty of subtext. Rache a blue-chip, can’t-miss prospect until she ran into a heartless Jessica Alb—devastating beatdown from Jess has Rachel’s handlers taking their time, essing her back into competition. “McAdams can be special,” says on long time bantam-beat scribe for Celebrity Ring, “but this fight is crucial. Everyone wants to see how Rachel comes back psychologically from that frightful pounding she took—everyone wants to see if she’s going to become the next Jolene Blalock.” Aniston making good on her promise to be a more active fighter late in her career—ever-popular Jen has the look, fan-appeal, and ability to become a player if she applies herself, “It’s not too late to make a move,” says Aniston in prefight. “I’m fresh-bodied, I’ve never ever taken sustained punishment in my career—I feel like a 20 year old when I’m in the ring!”

Aniston in white lace push up, white lace trim, navy boy cut panties. White gloves, white gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Dukes up, elbows in, textbook stances both girls. Tactical feeling out first—girls trading jabs into sturdy raised guards—not much penetration,. McAdams separating herself late when she lowers her shoulders and straps Jen across the midsection and ribs—big booming lefts and rights revealing Rachel’s still got pop downstair, and the confidence to commit.

R2: Aniston working behind her jab, keeping her right hand up, trying to force clubbing rights past Rachel’s temple-high defence at the onset. Rache blocking up top, sipping and ripping downstairs—loud, licking rights and lefts have Aniston wincing exhaling through pursed lips and stepping away to regroup. McAdams encroaching, jabbing to locate Jen, then laying into her some GORGEOUS body strokes. Crippling licks have Ani leaning forward, elbows together outfront: Rachel upright, cupping her hands at Jen’s elbows to draw her forward, then welting that ribcage just below the bra line at the bell,. Jennifer wincing, ashen faced to her stool: Rachel pounding body through 2..

R3: Jennifer shows some savvy—quick one-two up (blocked), covering up quick with her elbows down to block anticipated McAdams body-leather, then stepping into Rachel’s chin a short, clipping left hook. RACHEL’S PUT WOBBLY-BUTT! McAdams eyes forlorn, legs spasming as she covers up earmuff—kid chin-checked for the first time since Alba and she’s hurt. Aniston leaning in: cheek on Rachel’s left shoulder; hands on Rachel’s hips—easing the kid back, then working McAdams ribcage some tart rights and lefts. Rachel grimacing, retreating to ropes—she shows some a fine, stiff defensive jab, issuing stern rebuke to Jennifer who wants to crowd in close and dish. Aniston rebuffed, steps outside, then tries to slash inside again: girls trade bending right hands over the top and JENNIFER’S HURT! Aniston sputtering away from a disastrous exchange—McAdams off the ropes hungry—she wades into Jennifer’s waistline a walking barrage of thick rights and lefts. Jennifer groaning , face-in-gloves as she backs away from eyes alert—she’s just leaning in close, using her left shoulder to bump against Jen’s guard and ROASTING older vixen to ribcage at the bell. ANISTON TAKES A KNEE! Aniston wheezing, lips curled back from her teeth as she deals with body ache—veteran knee relieves pressure gets her to the bell, Jennifer eyes moist, rickety-legged to her stool—those McAdams body licks are no joke.

R4: Rachel emboldened, pressing the pace now, walking Jennifer down all over the ring. Aniston fighting competently in retreat—she’s feinting Rachel, sidestepping to rotate in either direction, trying to use the ring, Aniston able to walk Rachel into potshotting right hands, or stiff jabs—McAdams blocking most it it, trudging through it, feeling like the stronger lass in the fight now. Hard McAdams rights and lefts just under the breastline have Aniston cringing, clinching for breaks as Rachel starts to separate herself on cards..

R5: Rachel loosening up, seeing the hurt in Jennifer’s eyes. McAdams to her left around a long flimsy left hook—just gathering Jenn in, brushing her, setting her up for a POUNDING straight right clean up the middle, Crowd pleasing pop in the mouth of Jen—Aniston’s head straight back, knees bending—she picks her mitts up high and gives tanned torso on the cheap. McAdams stroking away in under and behind the elbows, backing Jennifer up to ropes staying on her strong. Good meaty chops—Aniston crippled unable ti fight back—McAdams arms shivering on thudding contact, mutts bouncing off bone and JENNIFER SINKS TO HER KNEES! Aniston sloooowly easing herself down under heartbreaking punishment—hardworking Rache steps back, blowing an auburn curl out of her eyes and struts away as poor jen sits back on her haunches. Aniston gently rocking, hugging herself—she can’t beat the count: KO5 Rachel McAdams.

After: Arena lights up when Rachel smiles—wholesome brunette doing it fair and square to Aniston, really beating the fight out of the veteran with a withering body attack. “I just wanted to put Jessica behind me tonight,” says a beaming Rache in postfight, “and I think I did that. I got back to my identity in the ring—I walked Jennifer down and hurt her to the body. Jessica had temporarily made me forget that’s who I am, and that will NEVER happen again.” Aniston disconsolate—veteran beauty showed some nice skills in there tonight, but tough loss has a lot of younger girls eyeing her as a big-name stepping stone, “I’m not going to be a rung in the ladder for these girls,” Jennifer vows steely-eyed. “I’m getting better and stronger every time out, and I promise you—things will be very different the next time Rachel and I hook up!”

Reposted by Archer 7/22/09