Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 4/13/2007, 11:08 pm.

Before; With Kelly Ripa looking increasingly shopworn these days--it’s down to Eva and Sarah Michelle to claim daytime-made-me-good honors at 110. How intense is the competition? Longoria squeals in triumph when she comes in a full pound lighter than Gellar on the scales--clapping and pointing--hooting out loud about Gellar’s ‘pooch tummy’ as Sarah fumes. Any loss to Eva--no matter how trivial--scalds. “It’s time to knock Eva out,” a grim-faced Sarah snarls at the podium. “I’m sick of her preening attitude and her over-rated looks being crammed down our throat every day. She should be paying me a tax--a soap star tax: I’M the one who provide daytime girls could hold their own against anybody--she’s always ridden on my coat-tails.” Longoria smirking at Gellar’s indignant stance: “:The only thing I owe you is a beating,” Eva grins when it’s her turn. “I’m the better conditioned, prettier, more talented athlete--I would have made it HUGE regardless of what you did--or WHO!” That’s it--Longoria can’t resist the cheap shot; Gellar can’t hold herself back--mayhem ensues as whippets join in snarling embrace until officials can restore order. Longoria in scarlet bra and panties, small black workout gloves. Sarah in black bandeau bikini, small black workout gloves, slick blonde ponytail. Longoria pursuing her lips and making challenging eye contact throughout ring instructions, nearly coaxing Gellar over the edge as Sarah quivers with restraint.

During R1: Sarah looking to punch--loading up straight right hands from her shoulder, jamming up the middle, hopping on her left foot when she misses an elusive Longoria. Eva circling to her right--she’s seen the tape of Gellar/Packard has no intention of getting drilled like Kelly. Midway through--both girls duck into short right hands, crouching on follow through--both come back hooks and GELLAR’S SHOOK. Sarah on her heels, chin-checked--she backs away in alarm as Eva goes over to offense. Longoria all selnder, angular--walking Sarah down, then pouncing at her--straight-arm, batting hooks; poking straight rights, chippy jabs hound Sarah as she circles the perimeter counter-clockwise. Bell: sweet smile Longoria to Sarah that says “I just kicked your ass and you know it.”

R2: Sarah firm to Eva’s flat tummy, slender ribs--Gellar setting her feet, rotating her shoulders, putting multiple strikes in rapid, rolling succession against her foe’s torso. Longoria frowning, lips pursed as she stoops forward behind her gloves, taking the bumping--she backs away slightly gassed, wincing. Sarah walking Eva down now, but smart--no longer trying to power-punch her way in, but jabbing ass Longoria, measuring the space before committing. Eva dukes up, shying away, blocking and parrying shots--she’s a little touched up in her midsection, but otherwise sturdy as Gellar claims points.

R3: Eva to Gellar’s midsection, hard. Longoria digging slender-limbed uppercuts into Sarah’s tummy and solar plexus--gouging stiff, sticking  punches in, Sarah grunting on receipt, folding up behind her mitts--small gloves sounding out PIK! PIK! As Longoria fits ‘em in snug, Eva stepping out to circle right--now HER legs holds the initiative, constantly menacing Gellar’s left flank, turning the blonde midring. Longoria scissoring in and out--straight punches and batting punches bounce tart off Gellar’s prepared defenses and pinking ribcage. Longoria snatching back points, and momentum, in  see-saw action.

R4: Gellar won’t have it. Feisty flurries midring see Gellar beat Eva to punches--Longoria forced to step out, regroup, Sarah over to offense--jabbing, hopping into that jamming straight right, then looking to catch Eva hooks as Longoria retreats. Eva caught facing into punches at times--eyelashes fluttering, lips parted--really getting pasted in spots, Gellar’s stocky legs stomping, hopping, hounding Eva all around the ring.

R5: Longoria won’t have it, Intensity building round by round--Eva now stepping to spots, luring Sarah in, dipping either shoulder and RIPPING savage uppercuts to Gellar’s sweet midriff. Torrid body blows--mostly single shots, but hoisted in with such commitments and venom that Gellar’s being crippled here. Sarah whiffing back her receipts, face pained: Eva able to hop away, circle, curve back on in from angles, Sarah’s falling off the pace, getting polished-0-face showing the strain of wading through Longoria’s cruel bodywork. Gellar game, fighting a series of hustling engagements ro keep Eva off her, but down the stretch…Longoria hops in off Sarah’s left shoulder with a slicing one-two; while Gellar’s gob smacked--Eva pops hips-right, licks her hardest hook of the night up into Gellar’s sternum, Sarah peeping in agony, then sinking straight down to a knee--ashen-faced, hugging herself as Eva stands up all flaring nostrils and triumphant eyes. THAT’S daytime punching at its most vigorous.

Gellar/Longoria conc.

Posted by Simguy on 4/13/2007, 11:09 pm.

R6: SARAH BANGS BACK! Eva rushes in, gets all chewed up by a robust fusillade iof chugging lefts and rights to her breadbasket--tiny brunette staggering backwards, face-in-gloves under heated blonde donnybrook. Gellar baring her teeth, sweeping a wide right hand at Eva’s ear--back underneath a shivering, straight-arm left: Eva crying out as Sarah wallops away big girl here. Ropes: Eva covered up and SHIPPING--Gellar just squaring away and flashing flyweight, small-mitt quicks to those toned Latina abs. Drumming iof Eva’s body creeps up-torso as Sarah establishes   hard-working hup-hup--poor Longoria all rag doll, can’t get off the ropes! Panting, getting thumped, Eva has no choice but to hustle back--SENSATIONAL small girl hustle-punching erupts as each digs furiously at the other. Sarah very sturdy here--legs strong, nice wide stance as she keeps her balance, doesn’t fall in, and maintains a healthy lather to bell. Eva visibly shaken by the exchange, face a little busted up: Sarah Michelle Gellar tried to stop there and both girls know it.

R7: OH THEY BANG AWAY! All pretense of civility gone as girls slash into each other with bared teeth. Back and forth, back and forth--small mitts sounding out in pops and cracks ion firkm, toned flesh--BOTH Vixens hurt, Intense pouncing and rallying--whenever one girl’s legs give way, the other is heartless with her, pouring on mitts to meat. Girls stagger as they try to maintain position under the pelting rain of the other’s punching--both taking pasting facial punches as well as ripping rib-swipe, Crowd delirious at the frenzied work-rate, torrid ebb and flow, but down the stretch--it’s Sarah. Gellar finally catching Eva a stubby right on the chin Longoria can’t ignore--brunette stops punching, swaying slightly on her hips with a groggy “What’s going on?” expression. Gellar: third straight right hand off the shoulder, punching in between Longoria’s raised guard; Eva’s head rocks sickly back, body relaxing, knees bending. OH that Gellar straight arm left, shivering off Eva’s flank, crippling her. Again that left planks onto Eva, then Sarah edges in close to curl a more jagged, biting left up into Longoria’s sternum. Sobbing cry Longoria--she clinches desperately, hanging on to Sarah to prevent the knockdown. Gellar squirming, beats her mitts furiously into the offending ribcage at the bell.

R8: Eva’s corner IMPLORING her to box--Longoria brawling her little heart out thus far, despite Eva’s pre-fight promises she wouldn’t take this kind of punishment. Longoria finally obeys her trainer--legs a little shaky as she’s pivoting and managing the ring--but she stabilizes Gellar with a rigid, sticking jab. Sarah all busted up and disheveled herself--she’s gambling a bit here, loading up the right hand and jumping at Longoria with mixed  results. Eva content to pre-empt Sarah and step away rather than indulging in the brutal trade of earlier rounds--brunette nibbling and stinging, patiently chipping away at her blonde. By the bell, Eva’s bloodied Sarah’s nose to Longoria’s supreme satisfaction.

R9: Sarah just waving her jab to measure, staking all on her lunging straight right and ,mop-up hooks, bouncing ion her left foot, dragging her right behind her. Longoria anticipating beautifully--backing away to take the sting off Gellar’s strikes, then counter-pouncing to get the better if flowing give and take. Midway through, Eva stepping back in good order, lathering repeat hooks at stubborn Gellar advance: Sarah buffeted sideway s to ropes, regrouping behind a high guard. Longoria pounces--dragging her right foot behind her as she jams the right hand between Sarah’s mitts; lashes the left straight-arm against Sarah’s tired ribs. Gellar cringing behind her mitts, lips parted in fatigue: Eva bats a sidearm right to Gellar’s flank; bats the left against the opposite flank tic-toc; tucks I n another left behind Sarah’s elbow for good measure, then hooks Sarah’s face, parting those mitts. GELLAR’S HURT! Sarah sitting sadly into ropes, eyes glassy--dukes still up, but limp as blonde body relaxes in stupor. EVA POUNDS AWAY! Longoria’s slender body turns rigid with the effort of tearing at Sarah--hooks and crosses penetrate blonde guard, pasting sleepy blonde face and THE REF STEPS IN! It’s over--TKO9 Eva Longoria!

After: Sarah taken apart, collapses into ref’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably as legs give way. Longoria crying, staggering away in exhausted celebration--SHE collapses to her knees, svelte body trembling with the aftershock of her exertions. What a brawl--neither vixen spares the lash in a ping-ponging classic of slender-limbed malice. Gellar weepy on her stool, unable to rise to accept the verdict: woozy Longoria wanting to walk Sarah, but trainer sits her down--concerned about her queasy legs: Eva gives her post fight interview from her stool. “I’m okay,” Longoria assures her fans, “I know I took a lot more punishment than I said I would--but Sarah was forcing the fight on me and I had to respond, Everybody’s trying this on me--trying to outwork me--but I just keep turning ‘em back. Still, I know I need to box more, but it’s hard: when a girl challenges me like Sarah did tonight, my first instinct is to beat me down. When a fight gets red-hot, you just become what you are, not what you want to be. I’m just glad there’s more of the good stuff in me than there is in her!”

Reposted by Archer 12/25/11.