Reebok Lightweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 11/1/2003, 9:52 am.

Before: Two of the FCBAs most statuesque lace ‘em up--emerging elite rivalry sees some tension during photo shoots and press conferences. Allen rubbing her Bell triumph in Jeri’s face--brunette wearing “CAT SMASHER” t shirts with a picture of bell’s KO’d face on the chest--”Look, it’s simple,” explains Krista, “I destroyed Cat Bell, devastated her. Jeri Ryan is Cat’s b###h. Do the math.” Ryan nonplussed by the analysis. “As far as Cat goes--Krista did well to hit her clean--that’s not easy to do--bu5 I think it’s safe to say that she got lucky in beating Bell. To extend that and think she can beat any lightweight because she fluked out on Cat just doesn’t make sense. She beat an undersized champion ti get here, she got her butt kicked by your truly last time we fought. I’d CHECK your math Krista--you’ve got some homework to do.” Jeri in red bikini, Krista in pale blue collar crop top, bare midriff, white bikini bottoms.

During R1: Jeri announces her power early--skidding a short right hand off a pair of quick sticks--Allen steps off a curb, staggers to right herself, fades to the ropes wide eyed with respect. Ryan shoulders her way inside--girls get down to business. Neither necessarily wants to be in the trenches like this, but both have good reasons to go body early. Krista wants to sap Jeri’s power, Ryan wants to weaken Krista’s legs--both attack with bare-toothed determination. Ryan more apt to push for an opening then reef in 2 rights or 2 lefts, thumping up into the lungs. Allen slashing and snatching in clawing combinations--lefts and rights across the ribs, or pelting that flat blonde belly. Girls lick it up hard to the bell, trading heartlessly as the ref moves in to separate ‘em.

R2: Girls jab to close, set up shoulder to shoulder--more hardhearted, flatfooted trade at close quarters. Trade in hooks: right hands tight to cheek upon delivery--stomachs and breasts put to the glove. Little right uppercuts off the hook: chins get clipped, then the puncher will step in with the hook, backing the opponent up. Jugs are mugged: both girls taking the opportunity to strap away at the offending rack--lusty, rising blows, left hands riding behind the opponent’s neck to slump forward into the hurt. Both girls blinking back reflex tears after 3 minutes if heartless, digging work--Ryan backing Krista up more consistently, seeming the aggressor.

R3: Krista’s had enough--she legs it outside, turns this thing into a boxing match. Ryan equal to it--she’s cutting off the ring with step right and that thudding jab. Krista dictating with her feet--choosing the battlegrounds, getting there first and waiting for Ryan , often beating her to punches in sharpshooting exchanges outside.

R4: Krista darting her jab, wheeling confidently to her left, lulling Ryan then SHOCKING blonde chin that step-in left uppercut off the stick. Ryan’s legs give way, then straighten--heroic effort to remain upright, but blonde’s hunched forward behind her guard, vulnerable ti a rampaging champ. Allen’s lips pull back from teeth--she hooks it up around Ryan’s right elbow, pounds right hands between the mitts, mops up more jagged left uppies on the chin. Ryan wobbly butt and shook--getting moved by Krista’s punches, but forming up, digging in--she’s resolute as she suffers. Allen tidying up. Taking what she wants with savage licks body and head0--she hands out a tasty beating, leaving Ryan tremble-bodied with punishment at the bell, Krista bouncing back to her corner all proud of herself.

R5: Krista tries the lead left uppercut--Ryan fades it, wraps Allen up in the left arm and punches her square in the back a mean right hand--ref separates ‘em--Allen wincing. Jeri immediately over to the offense jabbing at Krista’s face, backing her up--Allen executes her turn at the ropes, wheeling left and Ryan SMOKES her a crisp right hand flush on the jaw. ALLEN’S ROCKED! Krista stabilizing herself at the ropes--Jeri edges in close, pulls a vicious right/left onto Allen’s straining tummy and champion butt sinks hurt into the ropes! Ryan getting big--palming Krista’s shoulders, methodically working on her. Jeri will cuff Krista’s head to the side a pawing right, then dig at her side right hands while riding the left arm casually in Allen’s shoulder--then back the other way. Ryan breaking out the crowbar, smashing away at both coasts, numbing Krista, paralyzing her and when she’s limp--Jeri hunts chin with short, brutal right hands! Couple of kissing blows swivel Krista’s head, leaving her distraught and JERI GOES JUG! Sumptuous, murderous assault on that fabled brunette rack--Krista sobbing aloud, helpless to prevent the pancaking AND THE~REF STEPS IN! Smilin’ Ryan bodied back--Allen slumped limp and used on the ropes--title changes hands via TKO5, Jeri Ryan.

After: Ryan strutting with belts, owning the ring--desolate Krista sobs in her corner, stripped of her title, badly battered as Ryanb punches her way to gold. Allen blubbery in post fight, “She had me out, ok? And THEN she went rack and you don’t DO that, ok? I mean, if you have a girl out, you don’t help yourself--what Jeri did tonight was wrong.” Ryan laughing out loud at the report of the ex-champ’s comments. “The only thing I did wrong tonight was punch too hard--if I had eased up, I could have enjoyed a couple more rounds of Krista. Look, if you’re out, go down. You Don’t think she was enjoying herself in the fourth? It’s ridiculous--you shouldn’t talk when you’re still circling the airport. Krista’s got very strong legs and while she’s standing, she’s dangerous. Protect yourself at all times Krista or get the hell out of the ring!”

Reposted by Archer 2/6/13