Originally posted by Simguy on 11/28/2003,  6:03 pm

Before: Garner’s nose out of joint—rumours of HISC interest in signing her opponent puts a little extra vinegar into the match up. “I don’t see what Beyonce would add,” sniffs the Dimpled One. “She’s never done a step of roadwork in her career, couldn’t spell’jab’ if you spotted her the ‘j’ and the ‘b’—she’s not exactly HISC material. Say what you will about Eliza’s slipshod training habits or Claire’s drinking—they pull it together when they have to. Beyonce’s just empty curves and I’d like to think that we’re better than that.” Little bit of history between these two—it’s accepted that Jennifer made her bones by rallying to defeat Beyonce earlier in her career, most marking the transition in Garner from prospect to contender from that sparkling performance.

“It just takes one,” coos Knowles from her side of the dais, cocking her right fist and smiling—that’s her whole gameplan in a nutshell.

Black bra and panties Jennifer, black bra-style bikini Beyonce, silver embroidered leaf pattern throughout.

During R1: Spirited Beyonce rushes—reaching forward with the left and leaning into screaming rights—hair flying, eyes ablaze—free-swinging stuff. Garner’s agenda plan: she’s getting the stiff, respect-getting jab out, stepping lively left, making Knowles move her feet and going body every chance she gets. Jennifer’s busier, obviously dictating with her feet, but Beyonce winning fans with her devil-may-care punching, outrageous facial expressions and emotional grunting.

R2: Garner’s legs setting the tone and it’s pretty to behold. She’ll hook Beyonce behind the elbow, step around the left, then Jen edges her left shoulder in close from the angle—Beyonce has to turn and step back, influenced into retreat by footwork alone. Garner’s legs making her unhittable and she’s happily picking Knowles apart—jabs up top, right/lefts on the lush abdominal pan of her foe. G pops a right hand through the guard late—Knowles mocks the pop with feigned woozy knees in exaggerated fashion, then waving Jennifer on, daring her to try it again.

R3: Beyonce finally effective with her constant rushing attacks. Knowles crouching, reaching with the left, rocketing over the top right hands, but now she’s putting the mop-up hook/uppercut on top, clipping the defensive minded Garner as she bobs. Jennifer still keeping her back off the ropes, bur she’s awkward, harried this round, unable to set and walk Knowles into counters or get her jab off with authority. Beyonce bubbly in her corner, pumping her fist in anticipation of turning the corner and rolling Garner up from here on in.

R4: Shutout Garner. Jenny with cold eyed determination sticks with the plan, POUNDING out the jab, circling, getting her range and going to work. Thick, sticking body punches—Jenny really getting in around Beyonce’s elbows and Knowles isn’t liking it so much—bravado’s gone as Beyonce has to suck it up and regroup. Garner putting rigid, 3 punch combos together, tic-tac-toeing her way up and down Beyonce’s flanks, shutting her down. Knowles backing up getting beaten to punches—two critical keys for her going awry. Final moments—snapping right/left/right bounces off Beyonce’s startled face—Knowles on her heels, eyes blinking, astonished with spank.

R5: Beyonce bravely fighting back, showing some heart despite the wide edge in class for Garner. B altering the trajectory of her catapulting rights, swinging at Jenny’s flanks occasionally, moving the brunette. But Garner tenacious, answering every punch with a volley of rigid, shredding lefts and rights. Jenny still digging Beyonce out to the body, but punishing her upstairs more and more as Knowles’ guard starts to drift. Jenny freezing B with a quick right through the middle, then chopping tight lefts and rights on the ears—Knowles covered up, leaning into it, getting bludgeoned upside the head.

R6: jenny starting to take grim pleasure in her work—Knowles cringing, giving ground, looking a little frazzled. Garner mixing it up—right uppercut, clubbing right ion the cheek—B think it’s over—final right hand clouts her on the jaw. Jenny laying it in thick to the ribs and stomach, letting the fist linger on Beyonce’s body for a beat, sinking in the punches. It costs her. Garner putting punches together, systematically dismantling her foe—Beyonce covering up, taking and suddenly answering with a looping right that catches G mid punch. GARNER’S HURT! Jennifer stepping in fence post holes—eyes suddenly glassy, unfocused, mouth open—she finishes staggering and Knowles storms forward brawling lefts and rights. Jenny to the ropes for the first time, reeling under shattering haymakers, finally clinching, hanging on for dear life at the bell. Knowles taunting through busted lips and tender face—plenty of fight left in the R & B singer.

R7: Garner jabbing up top, hooking the ribs, stepping to the left, then stamping out the straight right to catch Knowles turning to square up. Jenny putting’em together—machine like 3s, head and body, circling to keep Knowles off balance. Down the stretch, Garner with smoking right hand, hangs around on her front foot and picks B up clean with a jagged hesitation left uppy. Knowles eyes brimming, backside wobbly as she staggers back—OH she’s hurt. Garner on with the job, chopping right hand on the skullm back with the hook on the chops, trying to pound Knowles out, but B’S SLUGGING BACK! Girls get to trading crazy side to side lefts and rights and GARNER”S CHIN GETS TAGGED! Walloping right sends the mouthpiece off a shellshocked Jenny’s teeth—G clattering back in her heels, B stomping forward, winging lefts and rights—crowd roaring. Jenny hits the far ropes under fire, covering up with a tight grimace as Knowles shellacks flanks and shoulders robust lefts and rights. At the bell—Knowles trembling with effort, shook herself, but bellowing in Jenny’s drowsy face—Beyonce getting the brawl she’s wanted all night long.

R8: Garner back with that patient, thumping stick, banging back Beyonce’s head, unhinging her knees—Knowles really falling apart as Jenny breaks her down, goes to the body, turns her. Beyonce missing with late, slow swings—Jenny cashing in on the body with those rich, thick pumps—getting two for free, swiveling out to the side, One sided down the stretch, Knowles getting hit hard, not answering back—she falters to the ropes, facing into blows and JENNY POURS IT ON! Hardhearted lefts and rights, fists shattering off Beyonce’s skull, Knowles dazed helpless AND THE REF STEPS IN! Knowles trembling in the man’s grasp—Jennifer all seething chest and flaring nostrils, wanting just a little bit more at the break,

After: Jennifer obviously got as her gloves are removed, scowling—she stomps over to a devastated loser and hauls Beyonce to her feet. Routine walk of shame until the girls approach the HISC ringside seats—JENNIFER THROWS BEYONCE OUT OF THE RING! Crowd on its feet, trying to see—Knowles sprawled stunned on the floor. Jennifer jumps down all heavy and muscular, shaking out her right arm as she glares down as Beyonce’s caramel goodness. Jenny slaps her hands loud onto Knowles, taking rough purchase, pulling her up by the hair, Poor Beyonce out of it, moaning, eyes fluttering—Garner wraps her up around the ribs, gets low and DRIVES Knowles tender lower back SICK against the ring apron! B arched in pain, gurgling, slumping to the floor as security streams down arena steps. Jennifer favours HISC suits with a “don’t even think about it” frown, then slides back into the ring to continue her celebration, Wow—Garner not known for post-bout fits of cruelty, but when she snaps, girls get hurt.

Reposted by Archer 5/8/09.