JERI'S KNOCKOUTS VS HAWKEYE INTERNATIONAL STABLE WAR

Posted by simguy on 11/5/2011, 11:15 am

BEFORE: "They're going to come at us with beef," Kristin shrugs in prefight. "That's all they've got - they throw tummy at you, they bring jug: all the speed, all the smarts... that's on our side. You know, Chabert can't do a damn thing with me out in space... all I have to do is keep out from under her fleshy body, and I'll punch her to ribbons!" Chabert having a good chortle at podium... she's obviously liking her chances. "Girls from Kris Bell to Sarah Carter have been clinging to this idea that they can beat me with their giant brains," Lacey grins. "They don't get it, and Kristin doesn't get it: I gobble boxers up for breakfast! Look - Kreuk's not smarter than me, and even if she were - it wouldn't help her. I'm still gonna hit her with weight she can't take, and that's really all there is to it. She can run for a while: I'll catch her, hurt her, and devastate her in her ring. You look at the rest of these matchups and it's the same thing: we out-gun them, end of story!" Kristin in bright royal blue bikini; chopped tousle; small yellow punching mitts. Lacey in white push up and panties; small white punching mitts; dark hair loose/tangly.

During R1: Krissy jab-jab-jabbing midring, circling to her left... then she slows, keeping weight on back (right) leg, leaning away while pestering Lacey via the extended left. Krissy's left arm almost fully extended... she cuffs at Lacey's cheek; jabs her mouth - all the while leaning away to present as little target at possible. Chabert getting brushed and touched - it's a nuisance, but it's preoccupying the JKO jiggler - keeping her hands up, putting a frown on her face. Right hands from Krissy slash in - tart spankings administered to cleavage-tops or straight pokes directly onto chin...then Krissy's leaning weight onto that right leg, pivoting herself clockwise while dragging lead (left) foot in a bucket. Chabert swatting at Kristin's left hand, trying to penetrate past it... Kreuk doing a good job touching and nagging at Lacey while staying safe - vexing and preempting curvier girl through 1. Bell: Chabert disgusted, trying to goad Krissy... Kreuk whirls on her heel, stomps back to corner, glutes all a-jostle with determination.

R2: Same game plan for Kristin... jab for initiative, then keep that pesky left hand in Lacey's face, setting up the odd stiff right hand touch. Lacey more belligerent - weaving her way in low, then rising into brawny hooks: clobbering wallop punching Krissy out of her stance, disorganizing her. Lacey chasing Kristin about the ring, landing several hard single-shot lefts or rights to tummy and torso... Kristin doing a good job keeping her chin juuust out of range, but running for her life's not going to win rounds.

R3: Lacey keeping the pressure up: Krissy trying to manage it with jabs/sidesteps midring. Kreuk pumping her left hand overtime, scuffing Lacey up, then whacking Chabert's tummy some lithe hooks with a bendy-backed delivery. Lacey sponging up Kristin's hardest body shots and bashing right back: Lacey clobbering away head-and-shoulders out of her crouch, then stepping-in hooks to Krissy's ribcage as Kreuk's looking to disengage. Spirited stuff both ways, but Lacey's weight of shot proving decisive as Kristin can't hold canvas.

R4: Classic Krissy Kreuk - touching Lacey up bell to bell. Midring... Kristin knock-jabbing Lacey's pate; slap-chopping right hands atop jug; rip-digging hooks to paunch whenever Lacey covers up. Chabart sputtering with frustration - short with her counters as Krissy shifts weight to back leg, leaning herself out of range, so simply preempted and forced to cover up. Typical Krissy: sidearm buggy-whip right hand claps in above Lacey's left hip: while Chabert's grimacing, Krissy reloads, feeds a straight right to jug, twisting the mitt on contact. Kristin slide-steps back two quick steps... Lacey blunders forward: Krissy feeds an extra straight right bingo on the jugs! Bell: Lacey frowning, preoccupied with the ass-kicking en-route to her corner... she never senses Kristin following her in! Kreuk with a healthy shove in the back sends Lacey awkwardly into turnbuckle - Kris yelling "FIX HER!" to Chabert's trainer - "I WANT MORE!" Ref steps in to pull Kristin away by her arm as Lacey's temper boils over. Krissy tells her trainer: "She's giving in. Her tummy's quitting!" Lacey tells hers: "I'm fine. She hits like a girl."

R5: Good pressure from Lacey early as she follows a pawing jab with robust rights to Kristin's ribs. Kreuk takes over with a spate of jabs at minute mark... Lacey vexed, hands up, trying to swat away Kreuk's ever-present left. Krissy baring teeth, chipping away on Lacey's face right/left/right: Chabert covers up to block, putting her tummy on sale. Kristin bending her back, popping hips-right - she's selling her soul to lay in left hooks with every ounce of hate she's got... and Chabert's hurt! Lacey groaning, backing away in earmuff... Krissy's damaging her. Ropes... Chabert whining... Krissy at her with pesky knock-jabs up top; cuffing lefts from an extended arm position, then RIGHT/LEFT scooping uppercuts in the tummy! Lacey gasping, sitting in ropes: KRISSY LIGHTS UP LACEY'S JUGS! Furious flyweight hup-hup lather... Kristin just baring her fangs, lapping her mitts up into the meat... Lacey finally ties up all buns a-wobbling. Down the stretch, Kristin lures Lacey back to midring, circling and vexing... Chabert crossing her arms, looking sullen and confused as she still can't find the range. Krissy all furious and seething - like a siamese cat just after a fight, still growling, tail all puffed up.

R6: Lacey pawing her jab, carrying the right hand into Krissy's ribs... Chabert making headway, finally backing Kristin up. Kreuk off-balance, unable to dictate terms... Lacey bundles her to ropes by the minute mark, tummies-up on her to secure her, then begins smothering beat-down operations. Worst-case scenario for Krissy: her back's on the ropes, Lacey on top and bullying... Chabert bulling Kris into ropes, shoving the odd right hand to gut or jamming away righty up top as the girls clinch. Ref's breaks give Kris breathers, but Lacey scooting back in, bodying up... doing a nice job of keeping Krissy locked in a phone-booth.

R7: Kristin doing a bit more running, trying to shake Lacey: Chabert not having it. Lacey pawing her jab, changing levels - coming in fast and carrying that right hand to Kristin's ribs. Once atop Kristin, Lacey mauls Kreuk at ropes - body work plus hold-and-hit right hands up top as girls slug sloppy. Kristin cranky, getting ragdolled and pinned down... she can't reverse Lacey, can't spin out from underneath... just a steady grinding attrition applied, Chabert to Kreuk.

R8: Bitter fighting on the apron as Kristin bares her teeth, rolls her shoulders and slugs on the inside. Small mitts biting at Lacey's tummy and tits, chipping off her chin, but she eats it up, maintains position and clobbers back. Chabert not tummying-up so much here - she's giving herself room to slug - just giving Krissy that shoving left shoulder/extended left elbow to keep her ropeside. Hammer and tongs back and forth sees both girls rung up, but this is Lacey's fight.

R9: Similar toe-to-toe hup-hup at apron, except this time, Krissy's able to spin Lacey into ropes with a little shove behind left elbow, taking top-position for the first time. Kris knock-jabbing, keeping Lacey occupied, then tearing at her with chugging hup-hup combinations. Lacey scowling as Krissy's fists tear up tummy or ravage jug... Chabert taking it all well, but unable to answer the pesky volume. Bell: Kreuk all fired up, pushing her forehead and nose onto Lacey's until ref moves in hot.

R10: Krissy jabs Lacey midring, just easing into rhythm and BOOMING RIGHT HAND, LACEY CHABERT! Kristin hammered to jaw, immediately spellbound... Kreuk's legs go stiff, hands dropping to her waist as she TOPPLES INTO CANVAS! Kris flat out on her belly, hands trapped beneath her... it's OVER: KO10 in sledgehammer fashion, Lacey Chabert!

After: Kristin brought round and revived all lashes fluttering, head bobbing... when she realizes what's happened, her halting sobs are heartbreaking. Lacey high-fiving with her stablemates, getting hugged and congratulated - nip/tuck see-saw battle ends in a thunderclap as curves trump class in the end. Official decision, Lacey's hand is raised as Krissy's all shaken and forlorn... and JKO GIRLS MOVE IN! Hewitt grabbing Krissy's arms from behind, taking her to JKO corner with Lacey and Scarlett all smiles. Horrified Wolfies look on from the floor at ringside as Kristin is stacked into turnbuckles, then engulfed. Lacey pours jug-to-face, roping her arms around Krissy's head to secure her - right leg back, pushing hard to grind Kreuk into turnbuckle.

Jen and Scarlett in close - Scarlett getting into the "girls night out" spirit of it all with left arm around Lacey's shoulders, laughing at Krissy's plight; Jen clapping, moving in to shout into Kristin's hair "SHE'S POURIN' THE JUG TO YOU KRISSY! HOW YA LIKE THAT? HUH? YEAH!" Jen reaching in to rub Krissy's tummy with the right hand; Lacey licking her lips, cinching her arms, gettin' it done.

Lacey gives it to Kris cushy, then pulls Kristin's head back by her hair. Kreuk pasty, blinking groggy, lips parted... she's gasping for air, putting her hands palms-out in Lacey's sweaty cleavage to hold her off. Hewitt pushes in as JKO girls shift position, shoving Krissy upright by her shoulders, grinning into her stupified face, then slapping on the jug. Poor Krissy all butt-in-turnbuckles - her hands pushing weak on Jennifer's lascivious hips... Hewitt puttin' the pillows to Krissy. That's the way of it - hungry JKO team pushing a lolling, jugged-out Kreuk up against turnbuckle for the next set of jugz. Even Scarlett intoxicated, swept up in the moment - JKO fever proving a bad influence on one of boxing's classiest vixens.

Claire, Natalie, Mila looking on in horror. Total, rotating ownership what defeated pack-members can expect in this stable-war. As JKO's giving it to Krissy, girls look over at stunned HISC vixens, reveling in their distress, winking at them, smiling.

Kris finally allowed to slop face-first out of the corner, out cold on her belly... she's deep in jug-shock. Grinning Lacey bulls Krissy to her back, then grabs slender brunette ankles, pulling Kreuk on her back all the way to HISC corner - Krissy's hands dragging palms-up over her head. JKO ladies clapping and hooting in tow - all differences forgotten in the mutual joy of Kreuk-destruction.

HISC corner: Kreuk deposited - lips parted, eyes closed... hugging and backslapping celebration takes place in HISC territory, over the fallen wolfie. Claire rigid, blinking away tears of shame; Natalie gulping, wide-eyed...it's a huge psychological blow going into Mila/Jen.