14 JUNE 2003 JENNIFER GARNER VS BRITTANY DANIEL

Originally posted by Simguy on 6/14/2003, 8:37 am

Before: Garner defensive with the press—constant nagging questions about her sub-par year wearing on the Dimpled One.

“Look—point to one real beating I’ve taken,” Jenny says, “nobody’s jacked me up—I’ve lost a handful of bogus decisions—big deal, I’m fighting Brittany Daniel now—everyone knows she’s a tough test at lightweight, right? I’ll treat her like a sparring partner—is that what you want to see? You want me to bust her up? Stop her? All right then—so be it.”

Brittany care-free on her side of the dais, playfully downgrading Garner’s tits on her ongoing and constantly revised  “Most Punchable” list—“She’s not top 10 where it counts,” Brittany quips.

Black bra style bikini Brittany, neon blue bra style bikini Jennifer, hair tied back.

During R1, 2: Very hard to score, tactical rounds. Both girls on their toes, bouncing in and out on one another, getting off with thudding combinations head and body. Both love to hook in under the opponent’s elbow, jam right hands to the head, but they’re mixing it up well: hooking off the jab, hooking off lead rights or right uppercuts. Both like to bop in close and swing that biting right hand into waist above the hip. Constant movement, girls stepping out, circling, looking each other over—Jenny takes the first, Brittany the second.

R3, 4: Back to back shutout rounds Garner—she ups the tempo, takes it to Brittany. Jenny doubling mup on her jab, keeping Brit occupied, then going tough to Daniel’s midsection with short, swinging rights—really freezing the blonde up. Jenny employing short, tough punches in bunches, little digging hooks, banging right hands, backing Daniel to the ropes. Jenny gets big, bodying her girl back into the ropes, leaning in with her hand, hips back, swinging away both hands at the body. Garner caps both rounds with a rousing rack attack, stunning Brittany against the ropes, pounding those mounds with chugging lefts and rights up into the cups—Daniel sent sniveling to her corner as Garner sends a message.

R5: Brittany catching a second wind, spitting a spiteful jab midring, beating Jenny to crisp right hands—blonde backing brunette up, trying to work in close to pay Garner’s

Tits back in kind, Cat and mouse as Brittany wins most of the exchanges, chases her girl around the ring, but down the stretch—Daniel attacking ferociously at the ropes, both girls opening up and BRITTANT GETS HURT! Blistering exchange ends with Garner’s hook finding Daniel’s jaw—shaking up those sexy blonde legs. Garner spinning off thr ropes, guiding Brittany into them and brunette HEAPS on. Digging flurry to the breadbasket—Garner lowering her shoulders and pump’em in, then clubbing her way up Brittany’s torso to bang away to head. Daniel dazzled arms crossed at throbbing belly, gets her face spanked as she sits numb on the ropes. Garner steals the round.

R6: Shutout Jenny G—really putting it all together. Midring, she’s tearing Brittany apart with fast, straight punching combinations until Daniel wilts forward behind her guard—then she’s reefing hooks behind the elbow as blonde groans in exhaustion. Garner turning and spinning Daniel, keeping up a constant chopping rhythm—she’s continually AT Brittany, swatting her flanks, tapping her chin, digging out her ribs and belly, backing the blonde up. Round finishes with a groggy Brittany sitting stupefied in the ropes—hungry Jenny G helps herself to prove blonde jug, bringing tears to Daniel’s eyes with heartless mugging.

R7: Jenny lands a series of jolting right hands to the chin early—Daniel’s knees buckle—she’s stooped forward at the waist, gloves at her temples, shellshocked. Jenny leans in on the front foot, digging textbook hooks in behind the elbow, draining the last of Brittany’s reserves. Swooning Daniel hits the ropes—Garner stepping with, shoving her tough in the shoulders, then putting a terrible finishing barrage together. Daniel’s defences down, eyes fogging over—Garner takes it all: belly, ribs, titis, and chin. It’s too much—ref finally steps in—Garner hopping back, staring in hardhearted fascination as the blonde lolls helplessly in the man’s arms. TKO7 Jennifer Garner.

After: Garner strutting, frowning at the press corps ringside—she turns Brittany into a human billboard tonight, lighting her up proper head and body. Daniel a sniveling wreck, competitive in spots, but finishing up badly beaten—she never got her patented inside game going with any consistency, never got traction against the well motivated brunette tonight.

Garner not satisfied—she shoves Janet Jones aside, hauls Brittany up off her stool, turns her to shove her face-first into the corner, draps a limp left leg over the middle rope—Brittany swooning, sobbing, hugging the turnbuckle for balance: AND GARNER GOES TO BRITTANY’S BACKSIDE! Not a spanking—Garner setting her feet, crouching to work the “pads”—pressing up with her forearms against Brit’s lower back to measure her, then snapping off tight, bareknuckle combos against the firm flesh of the rump, hips and tender, helpless kidneys. Jones in open mouthed shock, standing and staring at the carnage—Jen just pounding away, occasionally leaning in to push with her forearms or shoulders, just like a sparring session, even resting her forehead against Brit’s slick upper back while rampaging away, teeth bared. Crowd lapping it up—Daniel shouting in shame—boxing establishes a new low as Garner takes out her frustrations. Brutal icing on the cake leaves Daniel numb, face wet with tears, eyelashes fluttering, mouth open—she’s so stiff with punishment she can’t extricate herself from the ropes—Krisher aides have to lift her leg free and peel her off the turnbuckle.

AFTER THE FIGHT….

(Originally posted by Kim’s Krushers on 6/14/2003, 1:56 pm)

Brittany Daniel’s limp body swung in the air, her arms draped over the shoulders of Janet Jones and Jessica Lange as they dragged/carried her down the arena aisle toward her dressing room. After the pummeling her glutes took from the vile Jennifer Garner the curvaceous blonde was unable to put any weight on her normally sturdy legs. The towel draped over her head hid her tears from the jeering, laughing, tainting crowd, bu8t it couldn’t shield her ears from the sounds of their merriment at her distress.

Walking behind the disconsolate Brit, unable to take their eyes from the already visible bruises on her buttocks, were Charlize and Elisha—both grateful that whatever the other misfortunes that had befallen them, they’d been spared the humiliation of having their butts battered like punching bags the way Brittany’s had been.

“I can’t believe Garner behaving like that,” Charlize hissed. “She’s always been a class act…up until now!”

“Maybe it’s the divorce,” Elisha whispered.

The bantam had to pull down Charlize’s shoulder and stand on her tip-toes to be heard over the raucous near-by fans; most of whom were sporting new T-shirts with slogans such as “Daniel’s Sux”,. “Batter Brit’s Boobs”, and most popular of allm “Kick Krusher Butt”. The shorts had gone on sale by TE hired vendors who’d hawked them in the parking lots prior to the fight. Rumor said the shirts were the idea of Dani Fishel who wanted to fireup anti-Krusher sentiment after Charlize’ beating of Terry Farrell.

“Could be the divorce,” Charlize sighed. “A man can really ruin a girl’s mind…still, there’s no excuse for THAT level of brutality…”

“Well, I guess we’ll jusr have to make sure the FCBA gets the word they can’t take liberties with the Krushers,” Elisha said, her voice rising. “Shall I call a meeting?”

“Yeah,” Charlize muttered. “Make sure Kat and Jewel get the word; we’re not gonna take this insult lying down!”

Reposted by Archer 3/17/09.