BEFORE: Righetti/Berkley sending shockwaves: other alphas in other stables looking to lay similar smackdowns. "McCord's had this coming for a while," Jessica shrugs. "Ever since she dusted Lindsay, Annalyne's been kind of obnoxious...it's just high time that I sorted her out and reminded her I'm the movie star at Ultimate - she's an understudy. And I know Saldana will be watching, so this will be a good warning for her as well." Annalyne perky: she's not on anything, she's just that effervescent in prefight. "I'm a little surprised," McCord says of the sudden opportunity. "Jessica likes to talk big-star smack, but never lets you put her to the test: this is a great chance to shuffle the deck a little bit. I felt like I was the better performer last year - Jessica's looking a little tired: it's really just best for her to step aside, you know? Let a younger, sportier girl take charge?" Annalyne in neon yellow bikini; small black gloves; curly blonde locks unruly. Jessica in slash-print bikini of mauves/pinks/purples/whites; small white gloves; tight blonde braid down her back. Annalyne pursing lips at Jess during staredown: movie starlet not amused...seething in fact. Outdoor Malibu venue - big beach volleyball court converted for high profile contest (standard ring set up): one of the highest paid-attendances ever recorded for beach bout.
R1: Springy legged, but not evasive - girls stepping-to, weight on front (left) legs, right heels up off canvas. Hands up, chins tucked - girls pump jabs, right hands guarding cheeks: crisp, sinewy professionalism. Limber hooks to fat-free flanks, clockwise pivots: girls mirroring each other, boxing classy. They lean in supple over those front legs, dragging the back 9right) foot as they bat hooks; they drag the lead (left) foot as she slide back - each making the most economical use of long, lithe legs. Gorgeous, patient, Mexi-Cali style gancha hooks-off-the-jab - both girls featuring left hand technique, sliding footwork, elbows-in/hands up posture. Close, competitive round: Annalyne just a little more determined to lather limber hooks in behind Alba's right elbow than Jess is in return. Bell - Annalyne's face: SUNNY; Alba stoic, businesslike to corner.
R2: Annalyne chirping: 'Show me pepper, Jess!" Girls circling clockwise, McCord the aggressor. Annalyne lean on front (left) leg - whack-batting that limber hook, laterhing Jessi's flank. Alba grimacing, pivoting, jabbing back in spots: Annalyne eager to match poke for poke. Trim double-right hands from McCord: yo-yo punching - like Jessi can do. Alba spooked out of her stance, scowling at the quality. McCord cuts off ring, gets big late: knuckles on Jessi's body - Annalyne walking her to ropes. McCord pump-shoving the right to Alba's flat tummy; swipe hooking her jugs; greasing her chin the rubbery right cross. Jess swaying back into ropes, bouncing forward, dipping torso-left, pulling the limber right hand over the top. McCord clipped to pate, but standing firm: she jerks right uppercuts, left dangling at her waist - being all lanky and bendy-backed. Jess from the crouch, laying over to her left, jerking left uppercuts body, body, body. Annalyne forced back, but dropping a buggy whip little right onto Jessi's mouth while retreating, stalling Alba's pursuit. Cheers at the bell: Annalyne winking triumphant.
R3: Jessica's eyes hard: HURT HER! Dukes at cheeks, she's coming forward to dip n' rip rangy uppercuts. Snappy stuff...Jess leaning over taut left leg, cocked to her left, rip-snatching left uppercuts loud to fat-free tummy. Dipping to the right, Jess clips right uppercuts - scouring Annalyne's guard, brushing her lips. McCord wide-eyed, spooked: she's in retreat - picking her feet up now, trotting at times. Jess stalking, hopping in her stance: limber, bendy-backed - whiplash punches SNIk! SNAK! Bell: Jessica smouldering, nostrils flaring; McCord - chastised.
R4: Lovely, lean, two-way lathering: lanky lasses taking turns dishing licks. Annalyne weight on front (left) leg, double-batting that sinewy hook in behind Jessi's right elbow. Jess responding in kind, pivoting left, flashing the elastic right. McCord answering, twitching rights off her shoulder - pretty girls striking each other's chins/mouths/cheeks like eash is chipping away on her own work of art. Scuplture: "BEAUTY SCUFFED UP" Bodies lean, supple, sinuous; backsides ringing; legs springy; succulent leveragae from the hips. Bell: Annalyne smiles, licks lips, makes daring eye contact; Jessica scowling, mousy under left eye.
R5: Limber lathering, hooks and uppercuts: bendy-backed lasses dippin' n' twistin'. MCCORD'S LEGS SPASM! Annalyne pulls away eyes forlorn, lashes blinking rapidamente. Jessica hopping-to; sidearm buggy-whip right SNAK across ribs, stroking McCord to ropes. Jess lips pursed, eyes narrowed as she leans in, unleashes: Annalyne crying out behind her mitts as limber flurry pastes her head and shoulders. McCord sputtering;whining;gasping...crowd squealing. Jessica's up-top flailing savagery morphs into dip-n'-dig left uppercuts ticketed for tummy, gutting McCord, stooping her forward. Annalyne groaning, issues clinch: sinewy vixens writhing tummy to tummy - Jessica chopping right hands to hip in the grasp. Ref's breack: Annalyne rickety to her right, blinking back tears: Jessica stalking - flashing yo-yo right hand leads; curling home-run hooks. Grazing connects - Annalyne running: Alba galloping in pursuit, can't close the show.
R6: Jessi off her stool: FINISH HER! Girls close, foreheads touching; hands up, elbows in. Hooks lick waist, chop hips, gouge breasts. Left shoulders bump/extended left elbows nudge/rub. Right hands chop in tight, clipping cheek; left uppercut carve to chin, nipping in close. Sinewy strapping at its finest: rangy bodies taut with pain/excitement/vigour. Ripping, snatching two way stuff, but punch for punch it's Annalyne: Jessica suffering in the exchanges, getting nicked up. Alba stubborn, refusing to clinch after good Annalyne connects: leads to a supple, regular work rate as limber girls tighten up stroke to lick away tidy. Bell: Jessica panting, ashen faced: Annalyne baring teeth, leaning in from Jessi's left side to ram right elbow tip back into flat Alba tummy. "GUHH! Poor Jessi...ref pulls Annalyne away by elbow: she's seething, curls over her left eye, snarling unrepentant.
R7: Jess from that forward lean, dipping, ripping left uppercuts: small mitt snatches at bright yellow trunks. PAYBACK: Annalyne crying out, bunching up: Jessica heartless, weight on left leg, jerking the left uppercuts tummy, tummy, trunks. McCord whining/sputtering, curls in her eyes: she's pushed to ropes, Jessica's knuckles on bony ribcage. Jess hard-eyed, twisting on hips to lash right/lefts: Annalyne swept across her face, pulling mitts to temples, rolling side to side with hurt. Jess in with left shoulder/extended left elbow: pushing on Annalyne, bracing her, then dipping-left, ripping left uppercut: yellow trunks, tan tummy. Shoulder/elbow nudging pinning Annalyne down, denying her clinches: Jess working off the bumps, staying on the crotch, staying on the waist. Vicious, snapping lather adminster - Jess so sleek in tight - playing her fists in supple strokes: flanks/ribs/waist. Annalyne blubbering, falling apart: every clinch attempt met with stiff shoulders in the teeth, or snappy clouts to her crotch. Jess elbowing her way into the clear, then working: lanky lick-down striping Annalyne, whiplashing her. Cold-blooded, non-stop lathering: Jessica well within her limits, simply over-taxing Annalyne, stripping her bare before the crowd. Dip n' rip uppercuts start to curl off the body, clipping chin: Annalyne limp, head lolling as finishing strokes slam home. Withering beatdown...Annalyne tilting forward off the ropes - eyes glassy, lips pouting in quit: Alba stepping back in good order, still deploying limber hooks to the body - touching Anna behind right elbow until curly-headed blonde jacknife-swoons to canvas. Leggy sprawl - Annalyne tummy-down: Alba raises mitts, glares into crowd, daring her haters. KO7 Jessica Alba.
After: Jessica scuffed, seething: face tender as she struts the ring, vibing KO lust. Annalyne ragged, limp: rolled to her back, then gently sat up by attendants - hands in her lap as she droops forward, then twitches awake from smelling salts. Jess lingering nearby, staring: SMOULDERING satisfaction, chest heaving as she drinks in the sight of Annalyne beaten.
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