WEEKEND PPV

Posted by simguy on October 4, 2013, 9:10 am

BEFORE: "There's no way I was going to remain on the sidelines while Cat went on this 'I'm taking out blonde icons' tour of hers," Jeri snarks in prefight. "You have to know, that when she drops names like Theron and Romijn, she's slapping my face - deliberately and oh so subtly. I'm not going to stand for her preening, and I'm not to going to tolerate a big Cat Bell resurgence. She's had some fun racking up a huge bill: now she's got to pay it."

Bell smirking throughout: sight of energized Jeri Ryan bringing out the best in Cat as well. "She knows me too well," Bell smiles at podium. "Obviously when you've put Theron and Romijn in the bank, everyone's thinking one name - the third crown jewel - the trifecta. Frankly, I wasn't sure she'd take the bait. Her spirit was shattered after I took the best of 7 from her - wouldn't have blamed her if she just sort of looked the other way these days, and let me do my thing. But I'm glad she's standing up here. Jeri in my face, saying 'no' to me? That gets my blood pumping guys - that gets me outta bed early, on the road and staying in the gym late!"

Jeri in black lace bra/panties; hair in loose curly-tangles; small black gloves. Cat in electric blue bikini; Good Witch longer black hair; small white gloves.

During R1: Women frisk each other pesky jabs; Cat crosses the right to Jeri's chin, hooks Jeri's tits, feeds a short right to jug as well - then Jeri joins in. Long women leaning in, digging at toned tummies via low-slung, lifting left hands; chopping-chin via drifting right hands; clubbing jug with come-back hooks. Bitter tit-for-tat - women grunting, gasping with exertion and discomfort - foreheads frequently scrubbing, elbows pushing off as each wants room downstairs. Cat with the better of it - that strapping left hand tucking in PAK! to Jeri's firm midsection/trim lats - Bell just really sinking that punch in, committing to it, backing Jeri up with it in a methodical first.

R2: Cat continues to dictate - long, frisky jab sorts Jeri outside; drifting right cross belts jugs; rangy left hook catches her chin and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Jeri scooting to her rump, jugs shuddering, lips parted...she's a frazzled beauty scrambling up for her 8. Happy Cat with a sparkle in her eye, grin up on her lips as she advances to apron, laying siege...Jeri hurt, covers up earmuff, trusts her magnificent chassis to sponge up the hurt. Bell THUMPS her blonde - both hands strapping to breadbasket, but she's really getting her hips into digging left hooks deep to tummy meat or wide to flank. Jeri gasping, sitting in ropes, cringing forward behind her mitts: she knows Cat's after the body, looking to sap Ryan's resistance...blonde trying to stay low. Job of work for Cat to pound hands off Jeri's slick back; reach underneath to stack Jeri upright; reach in under blonde arms to pry the guard apart; punish jugs and tummy via scrubbing mitts/ shoulders/elbows until Ryan can tie up. Bell-to-bell Bell: Cat pushing off all hot-cheeked and glowing, leaving Jeri smoldering in ropes, hugging her ribcage with damp blonde curls in wincing blue eyes.

R3: Women range-in with long left jabs; get their backs into short, pulverizing rights - then it's bump-and-dig at close quarters as rangy fighters tighten up stroke. Breathy gasps, grunts as women work - bending knees/straightening up into hooking body shots; chopping right hands at ears/jawlines; propping the opponent with pushy left elbows - often ticketed for jug. Jeri finally outworking Cat in the exchanges - blonde finding a short, clipping right uppercut that's winning her initiative on the inside, picking Cat's face up smartly. Break: Cat frowning, scuffed up...Jeri takes points, halting brunette momentum through 3.

R4: Women step into crouch-and-straighten-up hooks to chin: BELL GOES DOWN! Cat on her rump, looking disheveled and shocked...she takes her 8, tries to slug righty off the ropes, but Jeri steps in, blocks with the high left, jams a short right to chin, sending Cat sputtering to her right along ropes and DOWN AGAIN! Bell blinking in confusion, pulling herself up ropes, reeling hurt in neutral corner - she digs in after 8, electing to receive Jeri with an earmuff front. Ryan PUMPS to body...blonde woman bearing her teeth, bending in close, lashing her arms hup-hup-hup...Cat groaning, reaches to clinch, but Jeri's too active - writhing her arms, scrubbing elbows side to side, churning her fists...CAT GOES DOWN AGAIN! Volume puts Cat on her rump in stupor - arms propped on lower ropes as she pants for breath. Jeri seething down, blonde curls in furious eyes - ref has to push her away to start his count. Upon resumption - Cat rallies, but can't get out of the corner...it's wave after methodical wave of Jeri reaching in under Cat's armpits - chesting her upright - pushing off - slopping rangy lefts and rights, forcing Cat to bang back. Bell's curvy legs hold her up, and she's catching Jeri in trade, but blonde girl knows she done damage, presses the pace right to break. Jeri continues to lather late - ref jumping in to separate busty vixens.

Cat miserable, hurting during break, seemingly on the verge of blubbering, but choking it down...Jeri hard-eyed, resolute as she takes on water, listens all fiery-eyed to instructions on her stool.

R5: Jeri stepping in a stiff left jab, straightening Bell up, then crossing right hand to chin: Cat's legs freeze, toppling her awkwardly to ropes, eyes staring. Jeri pitiless, stepping-to - sorting Cat with tapping left hand; pasting her face aside via the right; dipping and RIPPING that hook to breadbasket. Cat: "UHH-H!" pitching forward all loose and hurt - Jeri clutches Cat's biceps, stacks her hard in ropes, pitches the left forearm thick to jug, then starts pouring it on. OH THE HUMANITY! Cat caught in a fist-nado - Jeri snarling, whirling in the punches...poor Bell stunned, upright, extending her mitts to ward off punches, but she should be covering up! Fists belt off face; dig deep at gut; lash at flank. Jeri sloshing the hurt to Cat in TORRENTS - blonde back tense as Ryan dips and twists into the assault! Bell out on her feet, curvy legs holding her up, hands pawing weakly at the air - STOP THE FIGHT, REF! Jeri panting for victory, finally settling into a series of right hands hacked hard to jaw while her left hand stabilizes Cat her chest...devastating chops finally cut the power to Cat's knees, spilling her off ropes and onto her belly! IT'S OVER! KO5 in savage, heartbreaking fashion - Jeri Ryan!

AFter: Ryan momentarily lost in KO-lust - stooping down to screech incoherently at Cat's broad-shouldered back. Bell moaning in slumber - pundits already rushing to find words to describe what may very well be the most savage beating Catherine has ever taken in a boxing ring.

Jeri yanking her mitts off, eyes still ablaze. "Get her up!" Ryan's shouting to her minions as Upton, Love-Hewitt, Chabert scramble to comply. Academy women look to Theron: blonde purses her lips, eyes frosty as she gives an almost imperceptible shake of her head "no." Academy forces stay seated as Bell is gathered up, brought 'round.

In the JKO corner, Chabert and Love Hewitt kneel down, each wrapping her arms around a strong Cat Bell thigh, cheeks pressing in on hip, insuring that Cat's weakened legs won't fail prematurely. Supports in place, Jeri slaps Cat's hands aside and pulls her face into jug - strong blonde left arm round back of the head; left hand clutching at right bicep; back of right hand curled round back of Cat's head. Jeri resting her left cheek atop Cat's damp black hair, eyes staying hard as jugs do their work.

Poor Cat! Bell's hands push at Jeri's hips, then her ribs. Cat's right hand pushes down on Jennifer Love Hewitt's head as the brunette's crouching in close downstairs, helping to prop Bell up. Bell hugs Jeri around the ribs, but without strength...eventually the arms drift down as Cat goes out, held in place by her leg supports.

Jeri releases - left hand fisting in damp black locks, pulling Cat's puffy face out of jug-lock; right hand pushing at sleepy brunette face, canting Bell against turnbuckles. Bell's lashes fluttering, lips parted - the fresh air starting to bring her around as she sways on the spot.

Jeri to Kate Upton: "You want some?"

Kate, grinning: "Oh, baby!" She pulls apart her white blouse, spraying buttons.

Love Hewitt, on her knees, hugging Cat's right thigh...bratty bantam shrugs her right arm up, shoving the right bicep up into Cat's crotch. Bell groans, head lolling, lips curling at the touch. Brawny little pumps from Jen: shump, shump, shump.

Lacey: "What're you doing?"

Jen: "Waking her up."

Lacey frowns, then gets it, shrugs up with her left arm to feed Cat's crotch a rounded left bicep/shoulder.

Then Kate's moving in with jug, so little brunettes hug up tight and keep Bell upright as Jeri claps, struts, smirks.

Landry sits ringside, arms crossed, lips pursed. She knows Upton's being coronated here - being treated to Cat without earning her. Obviously not sitting well with the JKO Hall of Famer.