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9 March 2002 Jennifer Garner vs Jamie Luner

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years, 10 months ago

 

 

Originally posted by Simguy on 3/9/2002, 8:49 am.

 

Before: Luner reprises the role of aging vet, Garner the shiny new prospect knocking on the door of contenderhood. Jamie along with Bell, one of the most well rounded lightweights, can bang, take it inside, box outside—Garner’s entire skillset will be tested tonight.

 

Luner in grey stretch cotton sports bra, black velvet boy cut trunks, Garner in red and white horizontal stripe sports bra to a high neck, high waist solid red aerobics bottoms.

 

During R1: Luner out brisk—looking to test the newcomer’s composure with a free swinging batting attack. Garner retreating around the ring, using her legs, parrying punches calmly and down the stretch, she steps back, walks Jamie into a little check hook on the chin and LUNER GOES DOWN! Jamie blinking on all fours, never saw the clip and she gets up for a shaky 8. Garner goes to lead, doubling up on the jab to the mouth, POUNDING a withering right hand between the breasts on Jamie, then stepping into a crashing hook on the jaw that actually sends the redhead sailing, dropping Luner to her trunks at the ropes, Jamie all busted up and swooning, shaking her head to clear, barely beats the count at the bell.

 

R2: Garner taking over a hurting Luner—walking the redhead down, dipping her shoulders and taking sweet swings at the waistline ripping her mitts into Luner’s midriff, then biting the gloves back hard to maintain, perfect punching posture. Luner giving up to the body, keeping her back off the ropes—she’s dropping in the odd counter right and jabbing with Garner to avoid the shutout—doesn’t want the brunette rolling her up in the wake of those blistering knockdowns.

 

R3: Garner in control—Jamie in survival mode as she lopes around the ring, trying to eun the clock. Jenny too mobile—time and again she cuts off the ring, bounces her mitts hard off Jamie’s tummy, then comes up to the chin with a tight, biting hook or chopping right hand—Luner not punching back—redhead’s wide-eyed and looking used, Final minute, Garner using her jab to position Luner, bends into a postcard perfect right cross, swiveling Jamie’s head in a shower of sweat—DEEP knee bend from Luner as she almost sinks to her haunches, but she straightens and fall s in to clinch desperately at the bell. Luner wobbly butt as she staggers to her corner—Garner’s breaking Jamie down to the body and cashing in on the chin through 3.

 

R4: Jenny on top early, putting punches together, staying outside, hounding Jamie around the ring, but midway through—girls get to slugging and Luner comes out on top. Beating Garner to vicious licks in close, Jamie starts to bang Jenny’s head side to side and GARNER SITS DOWB! Withering blasts on the face have Jenny staring and SHE sways on unsteady legs as the ref counts 8. On comes Luner for a SENSATIONAL torrent—pushing Garner into the ropes, palming her up with the right hand and LEVERING in the left to the trunks and belly, wrenching screams of pain from brunette as Garner doubles forward. JENNY GOES DOWN! Garner wheezing on all fours, lips peeled back from her teeth in pain—again she barely beats the count. Luner finishes up strong in the final minute, squaring up on Garner ande working her over, pushing her by the shoulders up against the ropes, putting punches together to head and body at the bell. Luner pumping her fist as Jenny clutches battered ribs and slumps on her stool—it’s a whole new ballgame.

 

R5: Jamie grimly looking to close Garner out—Jenny just as determined to survive and mount a comeback. Series if vicious exchanges around the ring as both girls pump hard jabs, drive in off back feet to propel spearing right hands—dangerous near misses for both women as chins are shaved and legs rattled. Luner a little more adept at managing the high risk action—she’ll finish the exchange with a come-back hook to jaw, or drop her right down into Garner’s sternum to freeze the brunette—enough to separate the redhead on the cards.

 

R6: Garner outhustling Jamie midring—brunette’s jab finding the mark, punishing Luner’s left eye and thudding in between her breasts—Jamie getting moved backwards. Garner effective, but predictable when one-twos and down the stretch, Luner starts to get the timing, Jamie slidestepping back, luring Jenny in, then suddenly diving in on chin to beat the brunette to the cross. Garner ROCKED, sails over the top as Luner bends down low—brunette nearly corkscrewing to the canvas as SHE now clinches in open mouthed hurt at the bell, Luner taunting the dazed brunette in the embrace—Jenny’s looking weak.

 

R7: It starts in Garner’s midsection—tough, tough punching as Luner bangs her way in close, gets cheek to cheek and pumps in leather as Garner clinches lightly up around the shoulders. Jenny slumping to her knees, sobbing as she hugs her devastated breadbasket—Luner strutting, shrieking at Kenny to “Get up!” Jenny takes 8, covers up as Luner wades in and it’s a BRUTAL pounding along the ropes, Jamie stepping with her girl, crowding Jenny, lifting blockbusters up underneath to bash the belly and ribcage. Again, Garner spills to the canvas, mouth opened in an agonized “Aaahh” as Luner nods in satisfaction. Jenny beats the count and legs crazily clockwise—Luner stalking, touching up the jab, Jamie directing traffic with the stick gets Garner stumbling straight back, hands down and a PERFECT right cross lances across brunette chin, snapping the head around and dropping Garner in a picturesque sprawl. JENNY IS OUT! Garner stretching on her back, hot and stopped—KO7 Jamie Luner!

 

After: Luner showing none of the class or respect Diane Lane showed Kelly Ripa—she welcomes Garner to the big time with a boozy walk of shame—Jamie propping her girl up around the waist, cooing as she brushes tears away from Jenny’s cheeks—Garner very unsteady, uncertain, just stumbling along as the crowd roars, Luner comes off the canvas, with stands shocking abuse early to slowly but surely reverse the tide—career best performance from the redhead proves she’s far from dead.:

 

“You guys love to write me off, and I just keep coming back,” crows Jamie in post fight, “Jennifer was supposed to beat me into retirement, then go on to be the greatest thing since sliced bread—I LOVE IT! Back to the gym baby—you got a lot of work to do!”

 

Reposted by Archer 4/14/09.

 

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