ULTIMATE FIGHTER VS TECH UNLIMITED

STABLE WAR #1

Posted by Simguy on 5/12/2007, 8:04 am.

Before: Gellar assuming the mantle of team captain in prefight. Exhorting the troops in a time of upheaval for the Fighting Academy. “I’m pissed at Technetium Gym and I’ll tell you why,” says fuming Gellar at the podium. “Our gym is hurting right now. A lot of girls know they don’t have a future with us anymore—most of us are wondering where we stand—it’s a difficult, difficult time, and so NOW Tech makes a move on us? That’s just cheap—it’s appalling. They form up and come at us en masse while we’re in disarray? Well, I say I don’t let them steamroll us. We’ll fight them girl to girl and throw them back with heavy losses at every weight class, and we’ll show them that cheap hustlers never prosper! And the cheapest little tramp of them all? Virginie Ledoyen—hand down.” Ledoyen scowling as “cheap hustler’ is translated—she’s the spearhead for Tech, now with a chance to deliver a decapitation strike on an already reeling Fighting Academy. “I will cripple Ultimate with this victory, and send Sarah on her way out the door. We all know Kristen Bell is the future at Ultimate—Gellar is yesterday’s news!” Virginie in mauve bikini top, leopard print bottoms, small white mitts. Sarah in black bandeau, tight short ponytail, small white mitts.

During R1: Girls tram together flashing eyes, bared teeth: pure savagery unleashed as little flyweight plant and pitch. Both pursuing simultaneous offensive agendas as thought the bother isn’t even there. Gellar batting away rights and lefts to Virginie’s waist, then settling weight on left foot to dig repeat left uppercuts to Ledoyen’s chest. While absorbing this, Ledoyen’s slamming back rights and lefts wide to flanks and chin, keeping elbows in tight and chopping at Sarah. Torrid trade—crowd roaring as small mitts crack away on tidy bodies—slowly but surely, Ledoyen’s beaten in stages to ropes.

Sarah POURS it to Virginie’s breadbasket, hustling a brutal drumming of lefts and rights to rummy, finally shutting French offence down with a shabby groan: LEDOYEN’S HURT! Sarah clawing hooks at Virginie’s face; punching right hands across Virginie’s mouth: Ledoyen loosening, drooping against the ropes—she’s getting pasted! More bodywork—just a rapid-fire volley of hup-hup-hupping rights and lefts in the midsection buckles Ledoyen forward—SHE’S DOWN! Virginie panting on all fours, sobbing in shock—Gellar shrieking down incoherent with fury—ref has to bundle blonde back before starting count.

Ledoyen up, swaying woozy at the ropes: HERE COMES~GELLAR! Sarah pouncing in, lathering away rights and lefts, RIGHT AND LEFTS! Sarah’s punching shredding the Ledoyen defences, slumping French beauty against the ropes in stupor—Virginie’s mitts dropping—SHE’S HELPLESS! Gellar POURING into the breach, pounding at Virginie’s sleeping face—crisp punching jerking and tossing French skull hither and yon as Virginie’s body relaxes, propped up by the ropes, THE REF STEPS IN! Virginie just getting shelled, no longer defending herself—Gellar leaps away the TKO1 Victrix!

After: Ledoyen all busted up, absolutely carjacked as Sarah unleashes hell in the first and last round. Technetium bench stunned—Ledoyen’s decisive, crushing defeat taking all the wind out of TU sails—girls are ashen-faced, blinking in confusion. Finally Biel stands, starts clapping, walking up and down the bench, trying to rally the girls out their Virginie-Got-Hammered trance. Fighting Academy girls swarming Gellar, hoisting her high, carrying her around the ring on their shoulders: Gellar’s stirring prefight comments and gym leadership emphatically underlined by this thrashing of the TU flyweight. Camera catches a non-plussed Kristen Bell on the outskirts of the crowd, giving it the ol’charity clap, tongue in cheek. 1-nil Fighting Academy.

Reposted by Archer 5/25/10.