Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 2/16/2007, 6:05 am.

Before: “Kristen and that witch Sarah Carter HOUNDED me last year,” fumes a still-bitter Kreuk in prefight, memories of blonde pursuit on carpet, beach and canvas still fresh in her mind. “I’ve already told my management that I may be following the Mountee Code of Conduct in this fight. Kristen Bell doesn’t just need to beaten, she needs to be punished and broken, and I’m doing whatever it takes to hurt her. WHATEVER it takes.” Bell smirking throughout, trying to make eye contact from her side of the dais—she’s unapologetic at the podium. “Gosh, she’s so cute when she’s pissed, isn’t she?” Bell quips, grinning at Kreuk’s little scowl. “Who WOULDN’T hound a girl like Kreuk. She just brings out the beast in me. I firmly believe that it’ll be my fists which finally drum Krissy out of the sport—we may as well put our cards on the table and admit it.” Kreuk in bandeau bikini—Maple leaf flag motif top, sold red bottoms; white boxing boots with tassels, small white mitts; hair in slick low ponytail. Bell in black push up leopard print boy cut bottoms; black boxing boots with tassels; small black mitts; hair up in messy battle bun. Curing ring instructions, Bell keeps up a steady needling chatter even as red’s talking—“You decided which round you want to quit in yet?” Bell jibes. “Hey? Gimme SOME work, ok—I don’t want the training to go to waste. Is that what you’re wearing? You look like a freakin’ Pokemon.” Kreuk silent, glaring, nostrils flaring, just trembling with the urge to paste the smugness of Kristen’s face.

During R1: Whisper of leather brushing shoulders, scalp as gamine beauties swish away combos against agile, supple defenses—both girls bending at the waist, twisting and pivoting, attacking and disengaging, Classy cut-and-thrust abruptly ends when Kreuk hooks the taste out of Bell’s mouth a minute in: KBell stumble-stepping forward, eyebrows raised in shock—Kreuk scoot-stepping to her right, smoking Bell a brace of right hands behind the head as blonde staggers past to ropes, BEATDOWN! Kreuk snarling, lips curled back off teeth—she squares away and takes out 12 months of frustration against her tormentress with a nonstop slender-limbed waxing at the ropes. Bell distraught, covering up face-in gloves, bending forward while sitting in the ropes: just a-soaking it up head, back, flanks. Break: Kreuk SEETHING in righteous anger, chests up, forces hard eye contact as bell’s looking a little weepy in the first.

R2: Kreuk on the prowl, jabbing Bell, walking her down. KBell scoot-stepping, circling the perimeter at the hop—just trying to get herself together after a shaky start. All Kreuk till final minute: Bell bopping to her right, stops, walks Krissy-K into a looping overhand right to stop brunette I her tracks. Hook to tummy, hook to tummy—Bell’s shoe-tassels tossing as she bounces up into her punches, tucking into Kreuk’s ribs: moist little sob of hurt as Krissy-K doubles up, suddenly hurt. Bell pouring it on down the stretch, intent on stealing the Kreuk round: robust pumping two-gun attack thumps against Kreuk’s straining breadbasket, beating her in baby-steps straight back to ropes. Bell chugging away, working up a sweat, rosy-cheeked as she huffs and puffs, looking to blow Kreuk’s doors in through 2.

R3: Sharp round of boxing—both girls have been stunned, both wary and looking to regroup in orderly fashion, Eye narrowed in concentration; feints, false-rushes designed to wrong-foot the opponent out of position. Stitching jabs—both girls sporting keen, educated left hands, doubling ‘em up crisp body and head. Both keeping right hands high, both covering up and ducking down to receive punches in good order—high level of execution here as neither vixen gives the other any real openings. Bell busier, landing the loudest punches of the heat via a double-hook to Kreuk’s right flank—judges like KBell’s commitment in the third.

R4: Bell’s devotion to Kreuk’s body starts to pay off: biting hook in behind Krissy-K’s right elbow has her backing off with a pained grimace—Bell grinning in delight at the sight. More body punches as KBell starts to pitch’em in hard—grim realization in both corners that Kreuk’s hurt downstairs and Bell’s looking to ladle on the misery. Kreuk elbows-in, face pinched in pain—she’s not offering back, holding her arms tight against her ribcage to block Bell’s lathering attack. KBell pins ears back, clawing and whaling at Kreuk’s torso, beating brunette ropeside and pouring a deluge of leather onto beleaguered vixen. Show of heart for Kreuk—she’s sobbing aloud, taking a vicious one-sided shellacking as she slides hurt along the ropes—but slender legs hold her up as she denies Bell satisfaction. Break: Bell finishing up a pumping barrage of lefts and rights, gets pushed back by the ref—KBell breathing hard, eyes pitiless as she looks Kreuk over, Krissy-K weepy, bravely choking back tears—she cringes back to her corner, hugging a badly bruised set of ribs through 4.

R5: Back to hot boxing of the third round, but Kreuk clearly more worn down at this point, husbanding her reserves, less adventurous: she’s picking her spots to engage, no longer confident she can simply whale away in endless gamine-lathering sessions with Bell. KBell stepping in behind her jab—very nimble as she approaches, then steps out: hard for Kreuk to time her blonde for counterpunches. Bell continues to gnaw at the Kreuk midsection—stooping to jab tummy; sweeping wide right hands in able the hip; stepping close to tuck-tuck hooks home to sternum and waist. Kreuk wilting, but combative in spots, issuing just enough spurts of leather in combination to keep Bell from going all-in.

Bell/Kreuk conc.

Posted by Simguy on 2/16/2007, 6:06 am.

R6: Girls midring, pitching right hands, coming back hooks: BELL GET CLIPPED! Krissy-B’s knees give a shimmy and a knock—she’s all run up, eyes forlorn, lips parting in how-could-you pout. Kreuk pouncing, going immediately and vindictively to belly with a furious churning and thrashing of flyweight hup-hup punches. Bell slumping to ropes with a groan—HER turn to draw elbows in tight, suck it up as Kreuk pours on retributive justice. Krissy-K’s dark eyes flashing, lips snarling—she’s TEARING at Bell without restraint, small mitts sounding out “PIK! PAK!PEK!” on contact. Late the round, Kreuk comes off trembling blonde body with close-in uppercuts: supple leverage as Kreuk arches her back, clips’em tidy to Bell’s forward-flung head and face. BELL’S SLEEPY! Krissy-B suddenly loosening, straightening upright and relaxing into ropes: KREUK’S MAULING HER! Krissy-K unleashing with unbridled fury—lathering perky blonde jugs, pasting that insufferable blonde face. Bell’s curvy legs hold her up: she’s just facing into Kreuk’s punches, shipping’em groggy. Break: KREUK’S POURING ON EXTRA! Krissy-K refusing to acknowledge the bell, continuing to swing away until ref actually pulls her off from behind. Warning for the Mountee corner: late punching’s a no-no guys.

R7: Shabbiness creeping into both sets up legs—crisp, tight form of the early rounds giving way to a loosened, grimmer look. Both girls still punishing each other via the jab—pretty faces lumping up nicely as small gloves crack home hard to cheek and brow. Both lean in close, carrying thick right hands flat to paunch; both look for clawing hooks off this body shot, scouring the opponent as she’s backing up. Bell the busier, more aggressive lass: it’s Bell initiating the torrid exchanges, then coming forward as Kreuk usually disengages. Bell also sporting the nastier, better hook; snapping it Sugar ray Leonard style off her hip, doubling it with a tight, licking delivery.

R8: Kreuk sees Bell’s hook, raises her sharp right hand, often with a double-tap delivery. K-Bell facing into blows, taking the rights on the chin and groggily wandering away from the: Krissy-K able to stun and hurt her girl, then walk the strong-legged blonde down. Kreuk reaching in with small mitts to palm at Bell’s inner-elbows, walking the blonde back, then working her over in combinations: Bell weary, crossing her arms, bobbing sadly up and down as Kreuk’s mitts nip and tuck. Both girls warned for grabbiness—small gloves tugging at opposing tops and bottoms—gamine arms sliding in to secure headlocks and front face-locks as clinches get ugly/rough, Kreuk warned for elbowing Bell in one tight clinch; Bell warned for hooking Krissy-K on her trunk-line. “Keep’em up, Bell!” Down the stretch, it’s Kreuk Big—Bell actually loses form—hands coming down as she slides to her left along the ropes, looking like she might go down: Krissy-K mounting one last flurry to batter her blonde senseless at the break.

R9: Kreuk consistently hurt Bell last round, outworked and outhit her—Krissy-K goes right at her girl to mop up, HAMMER AND TONGS! OH, this is bitter infighting—Kreuk pushing her head in between Bell’s mitts and lathering at her sweat-streaked abs. Bell grunting, backing up a step, firming, then answering: HER mitts dig back at offending ribs and tummy, backing Kreuk up. Tidy, flyweight busy-work—tummies all torn up, breasts ravaged, chins toggled as both girls come pink torsos to cash in up top. Kreuk started it, but it’s Bell finishing: Krissy-K getting eaten alive in these exchanges, spending up the last of her reserves in a furious volume-punching exercise that’s going against her. Final minute fought out with Kreuk’s back against the ropes, Bell POUNDING at tummy and torso—working, working, working until breathless Kreuk clinching breaks the spell. Krissy-K weepy at the break, gulping deep breaths, eyes shiny as she mopes back to her corner.

R10: Kreuk’s got nothing left: Bell surging out of her corner all icy-eyed, knowing she withstood Kreuk’s last gasp—she goes at Krissy-K without pity. Kreuk covering up face-in-gloves, windblown—she’s unable to answer, but too proud to go down, allowing herself to be beaten to and along, the ropes. Bell seething, teeth bared—she’s just whaling at her foe’s flanks, arms, tummy, looking to bet apart that protective shell. Harm comes to Kreuk via carving uppercuts down the stretch: brunette guard finally softening up, becoming disorganized—she’s open and available to Bell’s pummeling fury in the dying moments. Crowd screaming on its feet as blonde puts crop to brunette haunch—K-Bell whipping her mount to the finish line as Krissy-K suffers. Break: Kreuk saying, but standing, refusing to give Bell satisfaction. Come back UD10 Kristen Bell.

After: Ref raises blonde’s hand—she immediately fronts-up on Kreuk to let her hear all about it. Kreuk crying angry tears, shouting back into blonde taunts—they’re pushing at each other when officials move in, separating tempestuous gamines before hell can truly break loose. “She’s finished,” a flushed and excited K-Bell pronounces in postfight. “This was me breaking her spirit and showing her who’s boss—from here on in, it’s going to be me breaking down her body and eventually forcing her out of contention. She’s got nothing that can hurt me—I had her eating out of the palm of hand tonight, and that’s what she’s got to realize: this was as good as it’s ever going to get for her.”

Reposted by Archer 12/15/09