Unified Lightweight Title

Orginally posted by Simguy on 2/21/2004, 8:49 am.

Before: Intriguing rematch—pundits favour Garber by varying degrees, but all admit Daniel’s combination of quicks and unorthodox exuberance give Jennifer problems.

“No doubt about it,” notes one BLONDE! mag wag, “Garner has trouble with Daniel’s kamikaze style. In some ways, Brittany’s the most emotional of the Krusher wrecking krew and a calculating fighter like Garner can find that unsettling.”

Bad blood between the fighters—will there be extra-curriculars?

“To me, it’s settled,” says a composed  Jennifer in prefight. “I’ve taken a lot of criticism for what I’ve done to Brittany in the past, but she brings it all on herself. If she minds her manners, acts like a professional and takes her beating like a woman—I’ll leave her with a little dignity.”

“It’s hard to get up for Garner,” says Brittany all tongue in cheek. “Pretty disappointing titties I must say—not in my top 10. I’ll pound’em, but it’s like doing chores or something. You look at her shoulders and you wonder how mannish is her management going to let her get? Jennifer—one word babe: SILICON! Think about it!”

Yep, professional, well-mannered—let the games begin.

Jennifer in her “Alias” black bra and panties, hair back, Brittany in black bra style bikini.

During R1: Wide open action, both girls using leg, powering around the ring, turning sharp at the ropes—crisp mobility all around. Garner doing the scoring, prepping Brit with spitting jabs, then going body with slashing rights and strapping lefts smart on the waistline. Daniel stepping-in and shooting back that tidy right hand but coming up short—neither girl able to land in combination as both fighters circle, fade,, step-out very well.

R2: Brittany bouncing in and out, left hand lower than usual, right hand cocked at her chin—series of near misses early as girls time each other, trying for curling rights on the

Chin. End of minute 1, girls step-to once again, Brittany twisting left to pull that hurting right home, but her head strikes a mighty butt against Jennifer’s chin en route. Garner stunned by the butt, takes the right hand on the ear and JENNIFER GOES DOWN! Controversy early—Garner up and woozy, shaking her head, and ON COMES BRITTANY! Daniel storming Garner’s chest, worming her way in, then shrugging up into jug, working hard until she’s clinched—ref issues the break—then Daniel wades back to restart. Garner shaking off the headbutt, taking a mauling to her bra, but tieing up effectively—down the stretch champ’s got her senses back. Brittany just marching in, setting up and working that bra with rising lefts and rights—she’s begging for a counter and Jennifer obliges late. Chopping right hand finds Brittany’s chin as blonde totally pre-occupied with hup-hup-hupping to sack—Jen steps to the right and BRITTANY TAKES A KNEE! Daniel face-first against the ropes, shaking HER head now—she beats the count—girls are left glaring and hurting at the bell.

R3: Brittany threatening Jennifer with bobbing in-and-out, getting flinch from Garner—blonde shows the right hand, but steps, gets her hips behind a crunching hook to the jaw and GARNER SPRAWLS TO HER BACKSIDE! Crazy knockdown—Jennifer pinwheeling arms, eyes wide—she scoots to her butt, scrambles immediately to her feet—she’s in shock as ref wipes her gloves off. Free for all potshot-fest erupts—Brittany coaxing Jennifer into a punching match—Daniel jumping in with those muscular rights, bouncing back outside, Garner on her toes, timing blonde rushes, bringing counter-hooks off her hip or lunging with her own chopping rights as Daniel steps back. Fluid back and forth as chins are grazed in gambling action then GARNER SITS BRITTANY DOWN! Sudden clap on the jaw—smoking right hand as Daniel pulls away, blonde legs foul up and Brit’s dropped at the ropes, Daniel up quick, pushing against the ref to hurry the 8 count, then girls collide shoulder to shoulder as Garner presses to finish. Jennifer  mopping up strong, beating Daniel’s butt back into the ropes with a series of short, thumping body shots, then really opening up to strap the curvy blonde wide, stroking rights and lefts, Daniel open-mouthed as her ribs, waist and breast are walloped—Garner leaving Brittany wobbly butt, takes a baseball bat to that heartpounding little chassis.

R4: Jennifer using the jab a little more responsibly, channeling Brittany, controlling blonde rushes. Daniel funneled straight into Jennifer as a result—getting marked and chopped up on her way in, but getting there—she’s snatching tidy to the midsection, missing the left uppercut but landing bludgeoning rights upside the champ’s head, Garner imposing herself in the exchanges, answering on the inside with thick diggers amidships—healthy rights and lefts beating the bejesus out of Daniel’s taut midsection. Effect visible by the final minute—Brittany watery eyed, mouth breathing, on her heels—Jennifer’s coming forward strong, banging the body, finishing up with clubbing blows about the head and shoulders—she drives the blonde ramshackle to the ropes. Grueling beat down—Garner muscling up, gritting her teeth and getting it done—roping, powerful oar-strokes smash against blonde flanks, pound past drooping blonde guard, smash against blonde skull and jaw, Poor Brittany taking a blue beating down the stretch finally wilts to all fours. Snarling Garner pushing and hand-fencing with the ref as she forces her back—champ wants more, but poor Brittany has had enough. Daniel all used up, can’t get off her knees—TKO4 Jennifer Garner.

After: Garner limits herself somewhat in celebration, trapping Brittany against the turnbuckles, climbing the ropes and posing over her, left fist clutching sweaty blonde tousle, right hand thrust skyward with a number 1 gesture—Daniel’s eyes closed, eyebrows high, arms light around Jen’s strong hips and thighs—something about Brittany brings out the emotion in the usually reserved Garner. HISC champs turn back one Krusher beauty after another in defending their empire—uneasy détente settling over the FCBA in the wake of successful defenses. Might take some sort of alliance to uproot one or another house—these girls are really dug in.

Reposted by Archer 5/13/09.