UNIFIED WELTERWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by Simguy on 1/1/2005, 9:16 am.

Before: Loken queen of all she surveys—grand champion of boxing’s “Cadillac” Division—Kris the best of the biggest and acting like it in prefight. “Romijn’s a tune up—a snack—she’s a KO waiting to happen. Becky gave Charlize some hard fights, but she hasn’t been able to bring the quality up the scale with her—if she doesn’t run, she’s get hurt—simple.”  Romijn with the psychological burden of Mariah Carey off her back at last—she’s feeling like a new fighter. “I feel so good,” beams Becky, “Loken has no idea what she’s up against. I’m punching harder, I’m faster, fitter. I’m not looking to just win back those belts—I’m talking about winning in spectacular fashion. Loken on her back, out cold—it’s time for me to take the reins and lead boxing into the new year.” Loken in silver/white lave bra and boy cut panties—Rebs in black lace pushup, boy cut panties.

During R1: Becky stepping right, leans in, slides a crashing right against Loken’s chin—champ’s legs don’t like it. Rest of the round tentative, odd to watch: Loken hurt, rattled, walking to her right along the perimeter, eyes worried, hands at chest height. Becky stalking, stepping to her left, paralleling Loken’s course, but not pressing—Romijn reaching in to stab her jab to belly, or occasionally coming in with ropey lefts and rights, just as quickly disengaging and stalking, Shut out Romijn, but lost opportunity as Loken’s able to settle her nervy legs down in a cautious first.

R2: Girls taking turns lunging in with jabs—fencing action ranges back and forth across the ring as girls thrust and parry. Kris scoring with the hook off the jab, but Romijn reluctant to stand and bang—sporadic contact at best with Loken the huntress, Romijn the skittish prey.

R3: More long, lunging jabs, both girls legging back out of range, scowling and feinting at each other, Occasional collisions muffled by mutual lanky clinches—both girls very wary tonight. Late the  round, Romijn doing yeoman’s work with her jab, moving Loken around—Beck steps right, looking like she’s walking away, but suddenly lunging in with a searing right that catches champ looking. LOKEN GOES DOWN! Kris reacting a split second late, catching on her jaw and sprawling onto her right hip and elbow—look of pure joy on Romijn’s face as right hands as starting to add up on Loken’s chin through 3.

R4: Becky bolder, letting her right cross go more often—good things start to happen. Minute mark, Loken beaten to the cross as Becky lands first, unhinging champ’s knees; breathy clinch Loken for a break. Moments later, Romijn stalking, jabbing to the body—she hoists a lanky left uppercut, then dives all-in behind another crashing right on the button—Loken splashing into the ropes and skidding woozy to her left on the verge of total collapse, Becky rushing in but smothering herself: Loken with another woozy, desperation clinch. Ref pushing Romijn back—she wades forward another big right hand: Loken ducks, tackles up around the waist and hugs for another break. Kris bogging the action down, girls circling, pawing long jabs, glaring—then Loken breaks the stalemate with a feint, then a ROARING right hand over the top. ROMIJN caught staring this time—she clanging blow on the jaw and SHE stomps in fence-post holes and ON COMES LOKEN! Both girls with thundering one punch power, but Kris the better finisher—she bulls Romijn into the ropes, drops the right foot back and starts stroking home the hurt! Big, rich walloping shots—Kris keeping elbows in, bending her torso side to side as she lathers away—poor Romijn destitute, wilting into the ropes, covering up pathetically  and THE REF JUMPS IN! Loken yelping with pleasure, hammering Romijn into a blubbering wreck---TKO$ for the winner and STILL welter champ, Kristanna Loken.

After: Loken nodding, smug as gloves are removed—Romijn devastated as she drops Loken in the third only to see the world turn upside down in the fourth. Kris marching over to help herself to blubbering Becky right arm strong around the waist, blonde tugs blonde out for a shattering walk of shame, Loken waving with her free hand, smiling, reaching over to pat Becky’s cheek—Kris loving the postfight show, Romijn devastated—SO close to dethroning tyrannical Krusher tonight.

Reposted by Archer 1/8/10.