BOXING AT THE MIRAGE

BEST Of 7 #4

Posted by Simguy on 4/24/2006, 6:25 pm.

Before: Jenny glowing with confidence—friendly with press and fans, upbeat, carefree: she’s got a KO stroke going against Allen and the tide definitely seems to have turned the blonde’s way in the series. Krista visibly shaken, unnerved by Jenny-=-Allen showing MUCH more respect now when girls take the stage for photos or weigh-in. “If you hang around gyms enough,” Jenny explains to reporters, “you’ll start to see a familiar pattern emerge. Some girls just naturally train others, some girls just take over the equipment when they need it, regardless if other girls are finished or not; that’s just the way it is. I’m definitely seeing signs of gym-submission from Krista and I don’t mind saying it. As far as I’m concerned, the series is over. These remaining fights are mop-up: me on her.” Allen livid at her own brand of rhetoric being employed against her—Krista just never considered Jenny might have this kind of game. “Look a the facts,” Kris spits in prefight. “I had Jenny all wrapped up in that last fight and she caught me a lucky shot. Real alpha females don’t need luck: Jenny totally relies on it. I’m wiping her out this time—no excuses.” Jenny in tan faux lioness-hide bikini, teak ring connections, tan buckskin knee-high boxing moccasins. Allen’s backers leveraging the piggy bank to rent Raquel Welch’s infamous animal-skin bikini from 1 million Years B.C,--hoping to firm up brunettes fragile psyche.

During R1: Allen obviously hinky, but very crisp in execution—stepping briskly clockwise while fending Jenny off a very stiff jab. O’Dell frowning as she’s scuffed, trying to close—Allen with unpredictable timing, mixing up singles with doubles to constantly scrub at Jenny’s tanned, smooth features.. Takes O’Dell a couple of minutes, but she finally routes Krista to ropes, thumping Allen’s flanks a beefy right/left: Kris immediately stops punching, covering up earmuff and sitting in the ropes compliant. Jenny squares away, clubbing at Krista’s ears up top, then jerking uppercuts to split the mitts and pick Allen’s head off her mitts. Back to the body—Krista cringing as Jen buries her hook in above the right hip, warping brunette chassis on impact. Jenny sees the flinch, commits to the area with heartless efficiency, finishing the round strong as Allen crouches, soaks hooks at the bell.

R2: Allen hopping the perimeter, eyes moist: she doesn’t want any Jenny! O’Dell smelling punk, pours it on—scooting footwork, spitting jabs to chest hounding Allen to ropes. Kris bends forward in earmuff, looking to ride it out: Jenny squaring away, slamming at brunette hips and back so hard. O’Dell’s back (right) foot occasionally skids up off canvas. O’Dell pushing into Krista, reefing punches into the ribs, bashing away at the panicky noggin-guard—Allen grimacing, absorbing beatdown and KRISTA TAKES A KNEE! Jenny glaring, nostrils flaring, angry pout in place as she stalks to neutral corner: Allen trembling, glancing around the ring—poor Krista’s panicking and it’s uglier to see than the punishment she’s accumulating. Caged Siberian Tigers on display in the room start roaring on cue; somehow sensing Jenny’s animal vigour, responding with room-shaking authority. Rattled 8, Kris: ON COMES JENNY! O’Dell sailing into midsection with swinging right hand, punching a shot of pain out of Kris as Allen doubles up and gives away her back. Jenny snarling, releasing the hounds on Kris—bashing wallop smashes across Krista’s shiny back, complimented by reefing hooks up underneath as Jenny torques on her hips to get’em in snug. Kris falling apart, curling back as she hoists to proud brunette jugg—bunching up the meat with glorious shoveling lefts and rights—AND KRISTA’S QUITTING! Allen sobbing “STOP! STOP!” no longer punching back—verbal submission brings the ref hurtling in, shunting Jenny aside to squeal in TKO2 delight.

After: Jenny BEAMING—hair back off her glistening brow—she achieves the total psychological collapse of her opponent with a hearty second round assault, leaving Krista in tatters after a shattering verbal submission. “I’m rolling Krista up,” Jenny gushes in postfight, “just like I predicted. Allen is such a front runner—when she couldn’t steamroller me, when I started turning her back and pressuring her in the last two fights—I could see the panic in her eyes and it all came rushing out of her tonight. She’s fighting so scared now, so…” AND JENNY GOES DOWN! Vicious, heinous rolling chop-block from behind (Allen’s specialty) drops Jenny in mid-speech to her back—face twisted in pain, hands grabbing for her left knee. Allen snarling, crying furious tears of rage and hurt, tangled hair in her eyes and mouth as she scrambles up, screaming down at writhing Jenny: “WHO’S ALPHA NOW, HUH? JENNY, WHO’S ALPHA NOW?” Allen quickly escorted away by bewildered Mirage security guards—Krista’s fear and shame manifesting itself in pure Beach mentality as she strikes at Jenny the only way she knows how.

Reposted by Archer 12/27/09.