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15 July 2006 Terry Farrell vs Kristanna Loken

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years, 10 months ago

TANK ENTERPRISES VS KIM’S KRUSHERS

STABLE WAR

 

 

 

 

Posted by Simguy on 7/15/2006, 8:42 am.

 

Before: Terry’s not usually one for a war of words, preferring to let her fists speak for her; but she let herself be baited in the prefight hoopla when Loken was dismissive of her career and her stablemates. “I just don’t see any ‘there’,” Kris huffed about Terry’s recent run at the lightweight title. “She’s big and that’s great, but up gotta have the talent to back it up. Now I’m not saying she wasn’t a good welter back in her day, but that was what…20 years ago? TE is like stable made up of wannabe’s and has-beens!”

 

Farrell probably should have kept her mouth shut, but she isn’t the type to sit idly by when her friends are being insulted and she rose to the bait. “I don’t know where Kristanna Loken has been I HER career. I recall seeing her in that Terminator movie and I thought she was brilliant—if I’m ever casting a part for an emotionless automaton, Loken’s the first call I’d make. And I’m sure she made a great blood-sucker—or whatever—in “Blood Rayne” but other than that, I don’t recall seeing her in anything—oh, except the tabloids, dancing with her girlfriend Pink! She;s got no standing to be critical of ANYONE else’s career!”

 

During R1: Loken leggy, upbeat, big stomp-feinting at Terry, then smiling as Farrell flinches, shearing in off angles to jab the chest and tummy of her foe—Farrell grunting tight-lipped, keeping dukes up, turning to stay square. Terry missing a couple of counter-jabs, trying to answer Kristanna’s tummy touches: Loken legging back outside, shaking her head and taunting, “Too slow!” Shout out Kristanna—she puts her hands in Terry, manages Terry around the ring as Farrell finds sea-legs.

 

R2: Terry popping the lefty jab: right hand up around her mouth, left lower, loose, snapping up and out from tummy height. Loken rebuked—sharp rapping knocks against her face punch the grin off her lips as Farrell renegotiates midring. Midway through, Loken shows those bantam-quick hands—timing Terry’s stick. Dropping a withering chop-right hand over the top—Farrell’s stepping in fence post holes, face clenched in sudden shock. Consolidation: with Terry’s dukes at her temples—Loken steps-to, licks right/left/right JUICY to the waistline, really ringing Terry up to the ol’ power plant. Kris barking with laughter, steps it back outside—mocking Terry’s facial expression with ersatz hurt. Farrell not so hurt she can’t punch: she taps Loken a firm jab ion the mouth, startling the blonde as she’s making faces—Kris back on her bicycle, scowling, basically stealing a Farrell round with power in the second.

 

R3: Terry still stepping in her jab, but Loken more consistent, not giving Farrell so much freedom to operate. Kristanna’s legs looks fresh, rejuvenated—she’s up on toes, wheeling easily around the ring, changing directions crisply, feinting Terry out of position. Loken gets that counter-right chop over Terry’s jab again, startling Farrell, making her cover up earmuff; then it’s back to the midsection CHUIP! CHUP! CHUP! as poor Farrell stoops forward and soaks. Down the stretch, Loken flat footed, walking to her right, greasing Terry muscular right crosses, extending a pawing left in measuring fashion to range-in on the brunette.

 

R4: Terry busting up, looking a little frazzled—she’s coming off second-best in the exchanges, reacting late for the most part—she’s being haunted by Krissy’s speed and agility as much as the ringing power. Loken back to smirking when she stomp-feints Terry into covering up—Krissy circling, stooping to reach jabs into Farrell’s gut: nothing Terry can do but frown. Farrell trying to time a counter-hook onto Kris to discourage blonde body-jabs, but Krissy too nimble—Terry’s swatting air, then hastily covering up to avoid being pasted sudden opportunistic right hands. Terry looking to punch n’ clutch, but it’s not working—Loken maintaining separating, beating Terry with reflexes, refusing to let brunette bog the action down. Shutout Loken: discouraged look for Terry en route to her corner.

 

R5: Krissy up on her toes at times, going flat-footed and leaning forward all loose-limbed to menace Terrey, then stepping away all coy and demure, Farrell dukes up, chin tucked—she’s cautiously coming forward, pinging out of range—finding jabs, bringing the left hand back to her cheek out of fear of Loken’s nasty counter-rights. Krissy keeping her distance, stepping right, stepping right—she waits on Terry’s jab, but instead of countering OVER it—Loken dips low, steps inside and drives a withering sidearm howitzer blast to Farrell’s floating rib! Splashing SPANK catches just a bit of Terry’s back—could be a kidney shot—Farrell crying out, crumpling in agony, back in the ropes, then rolling onto her knees-and-shoulder—desperately, desperately hurt to the body. Loken exultant, drinking in the sight. It’s the hardest shot she’s ever caught another woman with and the effects are intoxicating. Poor Farrell, writhing, unable to catch her breath, flopping onto her side and hugging her ringing ribcage. KO5 in spectacular fashion as Kristanna SHATTERS Terry Farrell tonight!

 

After: Loken struts with arms raised back to her corner even before the final ten-count is made; barking at Christy Brinkley, “Cut’em off quick!” Once her gloves are shed, Krissy has Christy cut the wraps from her right hand, then whirls and head back to get her pound of flesh from Farrell who is gently helped to her feet by a worried Syren. “Outta my way old lady,” Loken barks, cuffing Syren’s backside with her open right hand as she wades into the TE corner, grabs a grimacing Terry by the scruff of the neck and pulls her—still bent over cuddling her aching ribs—out to midring, Loken takes  Terry by the shoulders and stands her up facing her, then drops to one knee facing towards the grim-faced women of TE in their corner. Reaching up, Krissy takes by Terry by the hips and pulls her down, straddling her raised thigh. Terry sits down without resistance, allowing Loken to position her just as she wants, Krissy raises Terry’s arms and drapes them around her neck over her shoulders almost like lovers embracing. Then Loken reaches around and grabs both hemisphere’s of Terry’s butt in her hands and pulls her snug against her. WHACK! Krissy’s first spank sends shivers through Terry’s relaxed body. WHACK! WHAP! SMACK! Three more follow in rapid-fire succession, each sliding Terry a little closer into Krissy’s embrace as the brunette’s sweaty thighs scoot along the blonde’s leg. CRACK! WHACK! WHAP-WACK! Terry clamps her arms tight around Krissy’s neck, hugging her , biting her lip and willing herself not to cry out. SPANK! SMACK!

 

Grinning, Krissy stands up, dumping Terry on her red butt at her feet. Stepping over her, Loken prances proudly around the ring, pausing to point to each of the TE warriors in turn, almost as if counting them off. Then she heads back to join her jubilant teammates as they begin to get Jessica Simpson ready for her encounter with Hilarie Burton.

 

Reposted by Archer 5/21/10.

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