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19 March 2005 (Title) Ch Jolene Blalock vs Britney Spears

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 11 months ago

Posted by Simguy on 03/19/2005

( Unified Bantamweight Title Bout )

 

 

 

 

Before: Tumultuous camp for Britney - paparazzi sneaking around, gossip rags trying to make something of Cuthbert/Spears/Lohan - it's a feeding frenzy. "Lindsay and I are fine," Spears insists. "Seriously - you guys have to cool it. How do you think it makes Lindsay feel to see photos of me and Elisha in the ring after a workout laughing or relaxing? You're totally creating the wrong impression. Cuthbert and I are not friends: we have a working relationship. I offered her a truce, but nobody has forgotten that she blindsided one of ours and eventually, the bill will come due for that mistake. But for right now, I need her, and I need Lindsay to be ok with that - so that's how it is."

 

Blalock overshadowed by the hubbub, but laughing all the way to the bank - she's set to score a career high payday thanks to the free publicity. "You take different fights for different reasons," Jolene shrugs. "When I want to make a statement, I'll fight Jennifer or Eliza, but when I want to make money: Spears gets the call. The economics of the bantam division are pretty simple - you make your serious money as champion, so you need to capitalize when you get there. That means you have to consider a Britney Spears fight. Especially in my case - Britney's an easy fight for me - I'd be stupid not to milk her."

 

Spears in lime green bra and panties, hair in a messy up - Jolene in navy cotton bottoms, gray stretch cotton sports bra, shoulder-length blonde tousle.

 

During R1: Jolene staying tall, weight on her right foot, happy to let Britney challenge her jab. Spears crouching, flexible at the waist, hands up, palms out to bat and parry at Blalock's stick. Cat and mouse - Spears negotiating distance, trying to squirt close and set up on Jolene's chest before that right hand can intercept her - Blalock hanging back, hanging back, looking to time Brit coming in.

 

R2: Spears showing the Cuthbert influence with feirce commitment to Jolene's body - but with a healthy dose of Britney guile thrown in. Brit not just pouring herself at Jolene - Spears'll back off, get low, luring Jolene forward and making her give up her height. Britney coaxing Blalock inside, countering her, then setting up on Jolene's chest - Spears making it difficult to disengage, always tieing up an arm, crowding, grinding her forehead against Jolene's face. Britney's mitts busy about the waist, ribs and biceps inside - swatting, cuffing and clubbing - Blalock pushing, straining, not getting much done as Spears tarts her up a hard-working shutout.

 

R3: Britney solving the distance equation - either jabbing her way in, or sliding back, slipping and letting Blalock's own punch carry her too far forward. Either way, Spears fighting off Jolene's chest much of the round, getting it done in Blalock's fat-free waist, smashing away to ribs brisk, cracking blows, then tieing up the arms, staying close. Jolene a lanky body who can fight inside, but she's not as economical - sinewy uppercuts, licking hooks in contrast to Britney's tidy, thumping combinations.

 

R4: Jolene denying Britney with a stern, scolding jabbing first minute - time and again Spears is rejected. Second minute - Blalock mixing in her punches - hook to the waist, searing right cross, swiping hook up top. Spears doing a nice job weaving headshots, but Jolene's fully extended cranks to the body doing wonders. Spears mouth-breathing, backing off - Jolene uptempoing, loping after, gearing up into that bandy-armed shellack rhythm she loves. Final minute, Spears crossing her arms, bobbing at the waist - Jolene applying ropey lefts and rights in a slashing lather - gloves bouncing off Britney's skull, upperback, shoulders. SPEARS GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Britney stepping away angst-ridden, Blalock stepping-with and driving in a lancing right cross to chin to scatter Britney senseless to ropes. Saved by the bell - Britney lolls defenceless as the ref jumps in - Jolene's nostrils flaring, predatory instincts foiled as she can't clean up.

 

R5: Britney playing possum - all shiny-eyed and knock-kneed - she lures Blalock in, ducks under a right hand and wraps her up tight around the waist. Spears levering Blalock awkwardly to ropes, pressing up on her - Britney's right back where she wants to be. Billygoat Spears drawing warnings for very rough head-work on the inside, butting and rubbing Jolene. Spears pushing and palming Jolene's wiry biceps back, exposing slender ribs, proud jug, toned abs to a relentless, two-fisted drubbing. Britney snug inside, rolling Blalock's wider shots, then answering back hup-hup-hup 3s and 4s, riddling champ's lanky torso. Jolene glum, open mouthed, eyes staring as she lolls cheek to cheek with Britney, struggling against Spears' dense curves. Down the stretch, it's a beatdown - Spears bashing Jolene's muscular arms, swatting either ear to double down into the body, getting in thick behind the elbows. Bully's work at the bell - Brit just shoving in with her left shoulder, reaching the left arm under Jolene's right to prop her up, then tidying up the waist robust combos as Jolene gasps in weary complaint.

 

R6: Jolene defensive, but sharp - picking Britney up with the jab, fending her off - Blalock using the ring, gets her bicycle a little bit. Spears taking chances now, pressing forward, hungry for chin and gambling more - Blalock getting the better of it, but not discouraging Spears in the slightest. Jolene boxing well in retreat, but Spears now following the Cuthbert playbook to the letter: no fear; constant pursuit.

 

R7: Britney's relentless pressure starts to break down Jolene's jab - lanky champ can't keep Spears outside - fight takes on a more slogging, toe-to-toe look as Brit sets up on chest. Hardhearted turn-taking: Jolene hunkering down, pressing up, using her shoulder to butt for slugging room - she's licking her shots, tightening up her strokes - all hooks and uppercuts. Spears bobbing, making Jolene wrap around - Britney IS eating the uppercut, but taking it well, dishing ferocious in response. Spears slowly forcing Blalock's back to ropes, consistently tearing up the gut, shrugging up into those mouthwatering jugs, clipping JB's chin, tidy left uppercuts while crowding in. Busier, hungrier, better-positioned girl getting the better of it: that would be Britney down the stretch.

 

R8: JOLENE'S WEARING DOWN! Eyes: discouraged. Legs: suddenly trembly, backpedalling shaky. She's wincing from body shots, staggering from headshots - Britney uptempoing, walking Jolene down, then hopping her down as collapse gains momentum. Blalock hurt to the body, bending far forward - Britney BASHING those ribs behind the elbows, then heartlessly clubbing kidney, sending shockwaves down Blalock's long sinuous shanks. Jolene stepping away, breathing deep through her mouth - Britney jumps in, bounces a right off the temple or clouts the mouth, anything to keep Blalock reeling. Spears unleashing some truly savage hooks to the body whenever Blalock leans forward stationary, crunching into champ's body, buckling champ's knees. Spears clanging away to chin from close range - great swiping lefts or rights as Blalock leans back stunned against the ropes, now just taking like a mutt. Bell: Britney glowing, pumping her fists and jogging back to her corner; Jolene steadying herself a left hand on the ropes, walking like a palsied 80 year old biddy; Cuthbert ringside, clapping, putting fingers in her mouth to whistle - she's loving the sight of a discouraged Blalock.

 

R9: Blalock in full, demoralized, destitute retreat. Champ ramshackle - looking like she might go down as she backpedals - legs very shabby and weak beneath her. Jolene obligated to set up on the ropes for support, but that just invites Spears in: Britney POURING herself at the dregs now, setting up strong, keeping her head on Jolene palming and knuckling at her, then RIPPING punches to the body. Oh those bruising rights and lefts, snapping off Jolene's ribs and arms, bashing at trembling guts. Britney brisk but not wild, working Jolene over with hard, systematic punches, bringing her mitts back, staying in position. Down the stretch, spanking left across the waist cripples Jolene, freezing her - clipping left uppercut finds the chin and JOLENE GOES DOWN! Blalock sinking hurt to one knee, steadying herself with a hand on the canvas - Spears smoldering, chest heaving with effort, looms overtop for a moment before bodies her back.

 

R10: At the bell - crowd screaming - trainer cups Britney's face in his hands, yelling "STAY ON HER!", then slapping her rump to send her out - Spears charges headlong into Jolene, stacking shopworn champ back up in her own turnbuckles. Mouth on shoulder, slug-or-be-slugged, take-no-quarter two way as crowd roars to it's feet. Jolene on autopilot - legs're gone, eyes vacant, mouth open, but she's slugging on instinct - lifting her uppercut into Britney, licking at Britney's ears and waist in sweaty bump-n-slug. Job-of-work for Britney, getting as good as she's giving, but staying on Jolene's chest, not letting her breathe - start of the third minute, Spears finally separates herself. ROBUST 9 punch combination to Jolene's breadbasket breaks her will: Britney's shoulders rotating, fists chug-pumping; Blalock sobbing, slumping, all the fight pounded out of her. Spears settling into shove, prop, slug rhythm - exhaustion creeping into humming hammies as she strains to pin Jolene down while simaltaneously punishing her - Spears just taking what she wants in a torso-romp to the bell. Comes back UD10 for the winner and NEW bantam champ - Britney Spears!

 

After: Spears breaking down as she's hugged and fussed over by teamates - throwing off the tyranny of Eliza, battling the press and assorted haters, straining her relationship with Lindsay and now recapturing the coveted Unified Bantam crown - it's all too much for an emotional Spears. Poor Blalock lost in the crush surging towards the BSE corner: series cancelled, title belts ripped away, and how her aura of invincibility coming into question following devastating defeats to shorter, curvier blondes - easy fight just never materialized tonight.

 

"I don't know what to say," a blubbery-giddy Britney says in postfight, wiping at tears. "When she started to crater in the 8th round, I just told myself 'don't let up, don't let up,' and when she took that knee? My heart was POUNDING in my chest, just seeing her used up like that - I think we both realized I'd won it right then and there."

 

Tractorpull guy trying to pry into the Lohan affair, but Charisma Carpenter deftly shoos him away - CC and O'Dell making sure Britney gets a chance to enjoy her moment unmolested

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