KIM”S KRUSHERS VS TANK ENTERPRISES

STABVLE WAR 

Posted by Simguy on 7/15/2006, 8:47 am.

Before: Jewel’s confidence at an all-time high off her wars with Neve Campbell. Her reasoning? ”Neve’s stronger than Dani, so Dani’s no problem. Neve’s also not as fat as Dani,” Jewel adds with a malicious smirk. Stable war atmosphere rears its head! Fishel, bristling at the weight jibe—and never appreciated being dismissed—is sore about the whole Jewel-Neve cache, always feeling she “belongs” in the bully-girl mix. “I’ve redefined the role of the pressure fighter in the FCBA and Jewel’s body is gonna pay the price!” Dani looking to pad her “bully-girl” resume tonight at Jewel’s expense; a two-fer as far as she’s concerned!

During R1: Dani crossing arms, bobbing rapidly, scooting forward and getting vicious hooks into Jewel’s ribs, waist out of the crouch, Splattering claps against the torso driving Kilcher back—Jewel visibly surprised at Fishel’s body-pop. Second minute Kilcher answering with a little step-left—nothing fancy—just pounding out her jab while turning Dani: nice piece of boxing from Jewel takes the initiative away from the TE vixen. Final minute—Jewel staying sharp, focused; right hands at her temple as she thrusts out that heavy stick, putting Dani back on her heels with a frown. Fishel bobbing, trying to find a way in, but Kilcher’s much improved jab repulsing little juggernaut, keeping Dani at arm’s length. Dying moments, Jewel skiffs stick atop Dani’s scalp, then rips a short, jagged right uppercut off the right foot, JOLTING Dani to the chin. Bell! We’ll never know if Kilcher could have cleaned up—girls separate with harsh looks, Jewel glancing at Dani’s backside as Fishel walks away, searching for signs of that tell-tale “I’m hurt” wobble.

R2: Dani moving her head very well—rapid bobbing as she scoots forward, stubby jabbing—Jewel blocking stick on her high, tight frame defence, but forced back to ropes as Fishel squirms in. Brutal, bashing chest-to-chest mauling—Fishel camped out in Jewel’s trunks, wriggling, pushing and shoulder-bumping for punching room. Kilcher grimacing, brow furrowed: Dani’s a handful, really pressing Jewel hard at the ropes. Dani pulling down Jewel’s wrists, clouting either side her head; shoving in with her left shoulder to pound away right-left BEEFY to the midsection Jewel grunting, hunching forward to keep her head close to Dani’s—looking to tuck tummy-shots inside or shrug uppercuts to bump Fishel’s head around. Nasty, sweaty work at tousle-scrubbing range. Dani gets the better of it as Jewel can’t get her butt off the ropes.

R3: Same again, only more Dani, less Jewel! Kilcher stacked up at the ropes—covered up, stooped forward but listless, not moving her hands or doing much. Fishel working hard, but controlled—always bobbing her head, bumping and pushing at Jewel’s body in rhythmic fashion; setting up booming hooks with rhe rough house. Dani using her right palm to push Jewel’s left shoulder back, sometimes tucking it in snug underneath Jewel’s left breast—drawing grunts of pain. Fishel SO compact with her punches; all torso, hips and legs behind those killing body shots, Kilcher sopping it up, taking a great shot, but glum; tying head-and-arm on Dani for little rest breaks.

R4: Jewel’s back to ropes—again! She hasn’t come forward much in this fight and it’s a concern to the Kruzher corner. Kilcher moving her hands better this round—ripping Dani a vicious little right uppercut off the right foot, following up with a couple of clapping, beefy hooks in behind Dani’s right elbow. Fishel weathers it, stays right on top of Jewel—squirming in, reaching up under Kilcher’s arms, bulling her back to the ropes where she smothers Kruzher punches. Dani cudgeling blows to blows to body and head. Jewel soaking it all up but sheer volume of it causing problems—she’s being outworked by Fishel in the trenches.

R5: Dani pays the price, taking Jewel’s heavy jab on her face coming in, weathering another ripping right uppercut beneath her chin. But by the minute mark, Jewel’s back is again on the ropes with Dani all over her! Fishel warned for head-scrubbing—moving her noggin side-to-side, roughing up Jewel’s face, pushing up under chin, Very rough stuff and the ref doesn’t like it! Dani unrepentant, heedless—stays on Jewel, pushing and mauling her; beating ribs, tummy, arms and skull without preference, Down the stretch, struggling, straining Jewel answers with a hoisting right hand fat to Dani’s breasts that ekes out a whimper of agony. And Fishel responds in kind with a smearing right-left-right pancaking of her own. BOTH GIRLS DIGGING RACK! Crowd roars as girls hunch in mouth-on-shoulder; lifting short, smudging right uppercuts under the other’s juggs! Pumping puppy punches force the breath from both in bitter little huffs, Ref gas to take a hand as neither girl heeds the bell.

R6: Jewel scowling, very determined off her stool—butts into Dani like opposing rugby players forming scrum—legs stamping canvas as they drive on one another. Pushing and straining gives way to punching—Jewel easing Dani into muscular little right uppercuts, scooping ‘em tidy off the right foot, targeting Dani’s jiggling breasts; cracking up under her chin! Fishel soaking up the shots, bumping with her left shoulder; looking to drive the hook to Jewel’s flank, tummy and that offending rack! Pounding back and forth—girls never apart for long, pushing or bumping on the inside, no clinching. Still going at it after the bell; mindlessly slugging at this point but Jewel takes it by a half a jug.

Fishel/Kilcher conc.

Posted by Simguy on 7/15/2006, 8:50 am.

R7: Jewel rallying, buoyed by the sixth, backs Dani up to start the seventh, Kilcher with her right at her temples, stepping that hatchet jab into Dani’s face—Fishel’s head snapping back, feet unsteadied as Kilcher drives the TE juggernaut back across the ring and into ropes, Kilcher resting either cheek on Dani’s skull; working hefty underneath; pump-action punching, beating Fishel’s paunch and those wildly bouncing tits, Dani groaning, frequently pushed to a seat in the ropes: dose of her own medicine as time and again she tries to slug her way off only to be beaten back into compliance, Kilcher doing yeoman’s work up the middle, but loving it to the flanks as well, really twitching her hips and digging thick shots in behind Dani’s elbows whenever she leans forward. Shutout Jewel! She cats a demure smile down at the canvas as she struts to her corner: Fishel scowling, disheveled after a solid Kruzher 7^th.

R8: Dani storms back! Fishel bulling in on Jewel’s waist, driving the taller vixen back to ropes, giving her a little extra shoulder for good measure, Kilcher grimacing as once again she forced to slug off the strands. Fishel constantly AT Jewel—pushing her , head-scrubbing her, pulling her hands down, Even without the punching, Kilcher would be getting worn down, Body blows bash forth in non-stop patterns; smashing at rib and paunch, clouting the biceps, Dani grinning wildly, hair in her eyes as she unleashes to Jewel jug, really plowing the mitts and forearms across with smudging delivery that brings tears to Jewel’s eyes, Kilcher pushing Dani away—and when that doesn’t work—pulling her in close to smother. Jewel desperate to slow up the Dani freight train as Fishel chugs away, battering the body for a shutout 8^th.

R9: BACK ROARS JEWEL! OH that crunching jab—Dani brought up short as she’s coming in; then backed up as she stumbles away, trying in vain to party. Kilcher stepping Dani to ropes, squaring away—brutal bludgeoning rights and lefts—just savage clubbing—batter Dani’s head and shoulders, jugs and ribs, flanks and tummy. Dani crossing her arms, crouching low, rotating her torso: Kilcher drawing warnings for riding her forearms on Dani’s upper back, trying to push Fishel to her knees. Kidney punching from Jewel? You bet! Kilcher hard-hearted as she smashes stooped –over Dani; bashing away at TE resistance, Bell: Jewel riding her left hand atop Dani’s skull, rips Fishel that merciless little right uppercut off the right foot. Dani answering back with a hook-after-the-fact! Tempers flare as both vixens are convinced the other hit late!

R10: HAMMER AND TONGS! Jewel’s back to the ropes once gain…then Dani’s back is on the ropes…Jewel’s back to the ropes…Mindless close-in savagery—girls reaching around and twisting their opponent into ropes, then heartlessly going at her with both mitts! Kruzher corner screaming for uppercuts, but Kilcher’s in her own little world; trading brutal strokes with Dani—damn the cost! Crowd oohing and aging as both girls hit each other so flush and hard to the body it seems they MUST be stopped—girls are tight-faced and wincing, but neither shows a sign of quit as they shrug and bump and club each other pillar to post-any separation instantly filled by whoever has the better balance at the moment. Bell: they’re still brawling, Dani with her left arm snug Jewel’s waist, thumb tucked in the waist of her bikini, heaving heavy rights into Kilcher’s jiggling red tummy…Jewel riding her left around Dani’s head, wedging short right hands into Dani’s ear as Fishel buries her face in Kilcher’s sweat-slick cleavage for protection. After an officials conference, decision comes back a squeaky-close-but-UD10…DANI FISHEL!

After: Dani pumps her fists in the air, throwing her head back and screaming, “YESSSSS!!!!” Clapping her taped hands, Dani “Ali shuffles” a little impromptu victory dance, happy not only to have give TE a 2-1 lead, but also at getting the Jewel monkey off her back. Jewel can’t believe it. She’s visibly stunned and pissed as the decision is revealed. Kilcher inconsolable; certain she had the little witch.

Dani a jiggly juggernaut, pumping her fists in the air as she eggs the crowd, on, turns to Jewel and the normally respectful Tank jabs a finger right in the KruZherS face, obviously still stung by Kilcher’s prefight rhetoric and the increasing hard feelings as the fight progressed. “Not in your league, huh? Well, suck on THAT for a while…punk!”

Jewel’s temper flares and she shoves Fishel in her now-tender chest…

IT’S ON! Bad feelings from the brutality and nastiness of the fight spill over as Dani suddenly charges, wrapping up Jewel around the waist, slamming her shoulder into Jewel’s belly as, legs churning and toes digging into the mat, she drives the doubled over blonde backward like a blocking sled; beefy shoulder digging into Jewel’s solar plexus until Jewel’s butt is stuffed between the ropes in the corner, Jewel sits on the middle turnbuckle, bent over, chest heaving, stunned.

Then Dani does the unthinkable! Too many slights and jibes from the KruZherS in her career; too many times other FCBA girls have taken their own post-fight pound of Dani’s flesh—not to mention Jewel cruel targeting of her juggs repeatedly during the fight. Dani snaps! Wrapping her left arm around Kilcher’s sweaty blonde mane, Dani stacks Jewel up in the corner, climbs to the middle ropes and hooks her left wrist in the crook of her right elbow as she pulls Jewel’s face into her jigging, sweaty, flushed cleavage.

The crowd rises to their feet chanting, “JMD! JMD! JMD! JMD!”

Dazed, Jewel thrashes helplessly as her face disappears into the valley o Dani’s plentiful bounty. Hair in her wild eyes, Dan hisses, “You wanted’em. How do they feel now? Up close and personal, huh baby?”

She locks Kilcher’s face tight in its fleshy prison as Jewel futility pushes as Fishel’s hips and belly, struggling to break free as all hell breaks loose.

Once again, it is Syren intervening, but this time she’s more casual, sauntering over to stand next to Dani, her arm on her shoulder, trying to talk her incensed bantam down. “Let,,,GO!” she commands.

But Dani resists, lost in battle rage. Finally, Syren is able to pull Dani of, letting Jewel slide down the turnbuckles, her strong legs stretched out straight until she lands hard on her butt; soft breasts bouncing in the tiny top. Jewel sits briefly before slowly toppling over onto her left side; her mouth gaping, sucking precious air.

Syren guides her charge back to the TE corner, but Dani is still incensed; pulling away from Syren to point at Jewel and yell, “This isn’t over between us! I got more where that came from! Lots more!”

Finally, Syren seems to get Dani calmed down, talking in hushed tones for her ears only. Nodding, Dani mounts the bottom ropes in her corner, pumping her fists and inciting the crowd, “Tank” has given her TE Stable mates the lead, now, not its up to Cat t try and bring it home. If Cat can’t close the deal, then Syren will have to take matters in her own hands against Lange.

Reposted by Archer 5/23/10.