Rematch

Posted by Simguy on 2/20/2004, 7:07 am

Before: Hottest rivalry in boxing at the moment--casual fan being drawn in by the incessant podium ambushes and wild catfights that erupt at every press conference between these two--torrid flyweights can’t keep their little paws off one another. “Everyone thinks Sarah made this rematch,” says Vanessa with hotel security watching Gellar, “but the truth is, I wanted to stamp put Gellar once and for all. Once I score back to back jacks over Gellar, this division is mine--I’ll be calling all the shots.” Gellar making her comments with Marcil under similar supervision. “I took my eye off the ball last time we fought--I won’t make that mistake again, To me, we’re just getting started--after I win, if Vanessa thinks I’ll leave her alone, she’s crazy--I’m not getting off her with the score 1 and 1 between us, She’s opened a can of trouble with this fight and…” Marcil sailing in from Sarah’s right, tackles the blonde to the ground and sure enough--slender girls writhe and twi9st along the floor like a couple of battle-crazed ferrets. Both with large, loyal daytime followings, Vanessa with a growing audience from “Vegas”, Sarah with her legions of Buffy maniacs--suddenly this is a pretty big fight two little hellions. Sarah with white bikini, slick ponytail--Vanessa in dark chocolate bikini, little loop connections between breasts, at the hips.

During R1: ACTION! Quick bodied little minxes tear into each other at the opening bell, toes grabbing canvas as each tries to pull maximum hurt into the other with a shattering open exchange. AND SARAH GOES DOWN! Punches flying back and forth, both girls heads up, chests out and swinging--Gellar gets caught a brisk series of lefts and rights on her face, staggers, steps to the right then stumbles to all fours under a hail of Marcil blows. Vanessa teeth bared, straddles Sarah’s back and RAINS PUNCHES DOWN TO THE SKULL and SHOULDER BLADES! Ref hauling vicious little brunette off all kicking and squirming--Gellar takes 8 with a scared, wide-eyed look and ON COMES MARCIL! Vanessa driving into Sarahm hungry for KO1--she comes in hard with her head, butting Gellar in the teeth, stacking her upright, then digging amidships with a pumping volley of lefts and rights, Vanessa grinning as she drifts low--punches pushing into creamy white trunk--sitting Gellar all wounded in the topes--poor blonde draping her arms wean and dreamy around the surging brunette, Vanessa never stops punching, moving up-torso to savage those plump Gellar plums, tearing up jug with shoulder-shrugging glee. Down the stretch, Gellar hanging on, trying to tie up, but Vanessa’s slugging her way free, pouring it on, clouting Gellar about the head and shoulders, just stroking away with healthy pitches from the hips and GELLAR’S DOWN AGAIN! Sarah beaten to her knees parallel to the ropes, mouth open, throbbing in pain--Marcil able to land a cheap karate chop-type blow to the kidneys before ref can bundle her back. Bell sounds--Vanessa is manhandled back to her corner--woozy Gellar propped up on her stool and getting emergency work during the break.

R2: ACTION! Marcil stepping-to, eager to finish--Gellar revolving to end this thing gunslinging, but blonde a little smarter this round. Sarah straightening out her punches--threading the right hand in quick to mouth, ducking down, letting Vanessa swing over the top, then easing back a step to walk Vanessa into the check-hook. Marcil still swinging from her hips, over-rotating, leaving gasping holes and Gellar’s picking her apart, stepping back in good order, letting Vanessa do half the work--suddenly, MARCIL’S HURT! Vanessa’s legs give way, send her stumbling to her right, eyes momentarily glassy as accurate Gellar punching takes effect. Sarah mopping up like a pro, bodying up on Vanessa and leg driving to the ropes, stuffing lefts and rights amidships using a bony shoulder-butt in the teeth to discourage clinching--poor Vanessa’s drooping, shipping shellack off the ropes. Gellar goes jug with tidy shoe-shine--brisk side to side scrub with the backs of her mitts leaves Marcil open mouthed in helpless outrage. Down the stretch, Gellar gnawing on Vanessa with non-stop flyweight scouring--hips, ribs, tits, chin, connecting with fists, elbows, shoulder and head, just pouring herself at Marcil in an attempt to wear the hated brunette out. Vanessa out on her feet--head banging back from multiple connects, torso drooping forward, one arm or the other draped loosely around Sarah’s shoulders as blonde polishes it up. MARCIL GOES DOWN! Dreamy swoon--brunette listless, soaking up punches without expression, lolling and mumbling--she pools at Gellar’s feet, sprawling on her belly in deep slumber--it’s OVER! Stunning, violent KO2 Sarah Michelle Gellar.

After: Spitting Gellar has to be bodied back before she can savage sleeping beauty--furious encounter frazzles both women and leaves Marcil out on her face. Gellar all busted up, consumed with hatred as she tries to outflank security and pile on--grittiy little blonde just out-toughs meanspirited brunette bin a vicious, give-no-quarter Darwinian battle of the fittest. “One more, Vanessa!” Sarah growls on camera in the ring--trainer in behind her, working on Gellar’s right eye with enswell, “Come on, one more, don’t even think about skulking away even with me--I’m going to END you!” Up to Ultimate if it happens--Gellar angry right now and emotional, speaking from the heart--but a third Gellar/Marcil for all the marbles is a high-risk proposition.

Reposted by Archer 8/13/12.