Boxing After Dark

Posted by Archer 1/16/2006,  7:58 pm.

Before; Allison determined to shake of the heartache if a stoppage loss to Fishel--blonde dynamo’s right back in with another fellow fireplug in Cristina Ricci. “I know she can hold her own bear hugging, and she’s a terrific little pro-styler,” Mack allows, “but I think I’ve got a little but too much size and ability for her to handle boxing.” Ricci a buxom 110 has no trouble making bantam--she’s anxious to check Dani’s work, maybe find something she can work with on Mack. “Definitely Allison’s ribcage has to be tender,” breezes a confident Ricci in preflight, “Mack rushing herself back into contention and she thinks she can coast on me, but it’s a mistake. I’m going tight back in where Dani left off and see if I can’t stop Allison too!” Mack in yellow bikini top (frilled edges). Sturdy green bottoms, yellow gloves: Ricci in black velvet bra style bikini, also sturdy bottomed for that ballistic look--white gloves.

During R1: Allison banging big brawny, wide right/lefts against Ricci’s flanks--rounded arms shivering upon batting contact, mitts bouncing loud off meat. Ricci huddling forward behind her mitts, grunting early--Allison grinning, comes off the flanks to dip her shoulders and dig heartily amidships, thick right/lefts. Ricci bumped backwards to ropes, grimacing, covering up, unable to answer: Allison rides her guard into Chrissy’s to bump, then helps herself., Wide, bashing blows crashing off rib, shoulder, ears; shorter, digging blows curled up the middle, working the Ricci tummy and rack. Steady attrition posts blonde to a bruising shutout first.

R2: Ricci glaring, wanting payback, but Mack’s bludgeoning ferocity still too much, Allison beaming as her arms shudder on belting contact wide to Ricci’s hips and ribs: poor Christina groaning forward, tottering slightly as she’s buffeted onto either foot. Mack in constant motion--torso dipping down, then rising as she hoists leather up into Chrissy’s midsection; shoulders bumping hard into Chrissy, backing her up. More grinding apron action, Mack on Ricci--Allison riding her raised guard into Christina, smearing her sideways, then pounding away lusty lefts and rights. Poor Ricci covering up, cringing under the beating, but curving legs hold her up as Mack romps to a shutout second. Happy, colour high--Allison yelps “You got MACKED UP!” to taunt her sullen foe.

R3: Ricco looks like she’s trying to hunch forward through a blizzard--right hand at left cheek, left arm across her body as she crouches under the heft of Allison’s sock. Mack BUSTING Ricci hands over and over in those left-side ribs--Chrissy stumbling to her right, trying to stay low. Allison bulling her way in, bodying Ricci to ropes, then dippin’ and diggin’--blonde helping herself to more and more rack as Christina’s defenses grow ragged. Nothing back from Ricci--she’s just meat, sitting in the ropes, trying to  block shots as Mack storms to her third straight shutout. Bell: Allison wheels away rosey-cheeked, bouncing all grins to her corner. Ricci moping, wincing, throbbing to hers.

R4: Ricci finally stands her ground, treating Allison to some blockbuster right hands swing fat to tummy underneath: blonde brought to a halt, exhaling hard through pursed lips as she hunches forward with the impacts. Ricci glaring, yearning for payback: she’ll bare her teeth, reach way back and PLOW her right hand against Allison’s flank or cuddly midriff in retribution. Mack stumbling under repeated wallop, trying to keep her feet: she’s a little awestruck, soaking up swinging right hands against her chest, tummy, and left-side lats from a surging Ricci. Mack regroups down the stretch--girls butting high guards together, smudging each other aside, then clubbing away--Mack able to clout Ricci’s head and shoulders as brunette momentum stalls late.

R5: Chests heaving, eyes glaring--little juggernauts hurtle off stools and collide midring: classic bumper car slugging erupts as both beauties seek KOs. Glorious, swinging right hand trade up underneath--both vixens buckling under insane wallop, gloves spanking loud off sausage-taut bodies, stocky legs stamping for balance. Allison quick to see Ricci’s locked in on bodyshots: blonde swings righty to chin, comes back hooks--Ricci’s face POUNDED side to side and RIGHT HAND PUTS RICCI DOWN! Chrissy stunned a pounding cross, hops to her right and takes a breathless knee--Mack shoved back as she crowds in and crows in triumph over her downed brunette. Ricci up, frazzled--Mack wades in, bumps guards with Chrissy to jam her against the ropes, then HEAVES away right/lefts wide to the hips/ribs. Ricci groaning, folding forward as gloves smash and bounce off the topes with short dip n’ dig rights and lefts short to sternum--Mack suddenly wobbly butt, draw Ricci into a buxom clinch as girls wrestle sweaty at the bell.

R6: Mack packed back into her own turnbuckle, helpless under a pushing/buffeting/slugging brunette assault. Chrissy shoving short, straight right hands in over the top, clanging away on Mack’s cheek. Chrissy pushing in hard, dropping her right foot back then BELTING Allison’s ribs RIGHT/LEFT/RIGHT! Mack making moist little gurgling noises--face twisted in discomfort as Ricci treats herself to blonde lats, ribs, waist. Ricci hup-hup-hupping underneath with short, scrubbing side to side work, buffeting Allison’s pleasing rack and drawing outraged  whimpers from the blonde. Allison alternating her hands between earmuff and crossed-arm, bending and straightening slowly, trying to ride it out, then ALLISON STORMS BACK! Mack biding her time, erupts in the final minute raucous hooks, cuffing Ricci upside the head, then CRIPPLING her down below the right elbow, Christina sobbing aloud, spitting out her mouthpiece after a savage Mack liver-shot digs home--blonde able to gather brunette up and spin her into ropes, reversing position for the homestretch. IT’S ALL ALLISON MACK! Ali gritting her teeth, pushing into Ricci with left shoulder and open right palm, then HOOKING HER SENSELESS! Big, beefy body shots have Ricci paralyzed in the ropes--Ali Mack steals a brunette round with late surge.

R7: MACK OVER TO OFFENSE! Ricci’s turn to sink into her home turnbuckles and cover up, Mack unleashing wide to the hips, lats and back as Ricci bends forward, then Allison crouches, using the heels of her hands to heeeeaaave Ricci upright to expose that tummy. Ricci groaning, lumping up--job of work for Allison to reach in and push those rounded brunette arms out of the way, opening up that bulging chest and pain-wracked tummy. Late the round, girls trade ringing right hands, ringing left hands onna chin and MACVK’S~ REELING BAVK HURT! Allison staring, dumbfounded--Ricci marching forward with murder in her eyes, bending into a CLOCKING overhand right to smash Mack’s face hard to starboard, Allison staggering to her right, hands down: Ricci steps-with, bends and gets ANOTHER clanging right on the cheek and DOWN SPRAWLS MACK! Allison splashing down to her belly and TRAMPLED as snarling Ricci stomps over fleshy blonde hamstrings and buttocks with “uncontrollable momentum”, Mack achy to knees, then feet, swaying groggy at the ropes--bell sounds to prevent a rampaging  Ricci finishing run.

R8: Ricci stalking Mack. Chrissy: stomping forward, crouching slightly as she paws lefts to find Allison, then swings mighty right hands loud and wide to the flank. Mack: shook up, still hurting--concussive blasts up and down her left side send her tottering to her right with a don’t-hurt-me-frown. Allison smart through--clinching when Ricci crowds her to ropes, using just the hint of a jab to occasionally pre-empt Ricci and startle her, Chrissy’s round--she’s the aggressor--but Mack getting her legs back, avoids serious trouble in a dangerous 8th.

R9: OH THEY BANG AWAY! Ricci trying to force decisive battle and collapse in Mack midring, but it’s not working: Allison answering back, and answering with VIGOUR! Robust right hands swung wide and heavy to ribs and tummies. Mack hooking Ricci’s available chin out of a bobbing crouch, really biting the punch off sharp, Ricci returning the chin-music via those whistling right overhands, pounding Mack’s face aside to oohs and aahs from the crowd. Strong, stocky legs stamp and tremble; proud backsides wobble--but neither girl takes a seat in a brutal, give-and-go ninth.

R10: They brawl in the corners, they brawl on the ropes. Tousles grind sweaty as girls push and strain mouth-open-shoulder. They shrug chugging punches up into heaving, thick racks, They hold and hit one another to the body, often smashing each other in the back with the heels of their hands. They take turns pushing one another back and they wrestle--brawny little shoulders and rounded biceps writhing for supremacy in grinding clinches. Neither girl heeds the final bell--and it’s Ricci pushing Mack into the ropes, leaning in her left with the left forearm to smudge Mack sideways, then plunging repeat right hands into the exposed left side, ref intercedes--order is restored and duke comes back UD10 Allison Mack.

Before: Mack lifting her mitts, tilting her head back in exhausted exultation--Ricci giving her power-packed blonde foe all she wanted tonight and then some. Mack tender-bodied, but grinning for cameras--it’s the rugged win she wanted, bouncing back nicely from disappointment; “I knew Ricci wouldn’t just lay down for me,” says a gracious winner. “It was a tough, tough contest, but  just wanted it too badly, I’ve got my confidence back: I know if I had fought Dani the way I fought Christina tonight--Fishel couldn’t have lasted with me.”

Reposted by Archer 7/4/11.