Posted by simguy on 2/23/2010, 2:27 pm

BEFORE: "I've always thought Jeri was a deeply flawed fighter who relied on power to bail her out of tight spots," Eva shrugs in prefight. "She doesn't deserve the Cat Bell status she's received. She's not going to hit me with anything I can't handle... meanwhile, I'll be picking her apart, putting my combos together, and outclassing her. Putty in my hands: that's my prediction." Ryan snorting at the thought of Eva ascendant, "LaRue over me?" Jeri rhetoricizes at podium, "never. There's no way this middle of the pack, aging daytime wannabe is going to last with me. I could beat her with my jab if I wanted: the 'power' isn't to bail myself out, it's to give the crowd a thrill. If we fought a chess match, I'd turn Eva inside out, but my fans want backs on canvas. Sucks to be Eva, 'cause I'm a crowd pleaser and always have been!" Eva in baby blue lace push up; white cashmere crochet bikini bottoms; white gloves; brunette frosted locks loose, windblown. Jeri in leopard print push up; black plush, boy cut bottoms; black gloves; straight blonde hair twisted into tidy battle bun.

During R1: Day at the office for Jeri. She punishes Eva jabs, keeping LaRue well outside. She leans onto left (front) leg, the better to fit Eva's tummy for cranking left hooks. She frisks Eva's jugs a peppering double-jab - all while rotating casually clockwise. Down the stretch, cherry on top: short, BOOMING right hand catches Eva to chin, jerking her a quarter turn to her right, spraying her into ropes. Eva: stunned - right hand on top rope for support, blinking hurt; Jeri leans in, drives a straight, palm-down right in above Eva's left hip, punching in flat-knuckle. Cry of pain, Eva LaRue: face upturned, eyes shut, eyebrows high as she bleats. Curvy brunette legs give a shimmy, but hold: Eva still standing at bell. Cocky "I got this" grin for Ryan en route to corner.

R2: Jeri spreading Eva out the pounding jab: stiff, long left hands keeping LaRue at bay. Blonde shifting weight to left leg, dipping left shoulder and cranking hooks: LaRue's body the beneficiary of Ryan's leverage. Ryan easing to her left, smiling now, breezing: she's in control, touching Eva up. Two minute spent circling, shelling, and softening up - then Ryan edges in to punch in earnest. Hooks and short right hands pound apart Eva's earmuff guard, moving her head: LaRue sputtering to ropes, cringing as Ryan leans in to slam straight right down into body. Follow up hooks rake across Eva's front-meat, brushing her upright against ropes...she leans back into cable to narrowly escape a fight-ending right cross ticketed for chin. Ryan cleans up: pushing Eva in her shoulders; whacking her body thick hooks; looking for left uppercut/right cross combinations to end it. Bell: LaRue's legs hold serve again - buckling, but refusing to bend a knee through 2.

R3: Eva jabbing-with, disrupting Jeri: leads to a free-swinging melee of vicious lefts and rights. Withering trade ends when Jeri's kissed a clean left hook and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Jeri on her back, hands up around her head, face set in gobsmacked awe... she somehow fights off the KO, staggering into ropes for a swaying 8. Eva prowls in - feeling for Jeri with pawing lefts, then DRIVING in righty to chin: Ryan desperately hurt, leaning back into ropes/twisting to her right in effort to slip the wallop. HOOK: Ryan clipped again to chin - knees buckling, body sagging against ropes... she's a ruined beauty, eyes dimming. Jeri wobbling on the spot, but hatching a clever plan: chopping right hand clouts Eva to jug, startling her. Enraged - Eva switches focus from fight-winning chin-seeking strategy to reprisal jug-mugging, getting into Jeri's bra with both dukes. DIGGING assault bunches up Ryan's rack - LaRue snarling, shoulders rolling, fists chugging. Ryan gurgling in pain, but answering back: right uppercuts starting to plow Eva's jugs; left hooks cleaning up. LaRue on top, pushing Ryan to ropes for reset, then she's back into rack via rising left/right hup-hup. Ryan aghast, but surviving the round: sacrificing jug for chin buys Jeri a crucial break.

R4: Ryan flat footed, walking on her heels a bit - LaRue the initiator. Eva jabbing head and body - stooping in to reach left hand to blonde belly. Eva hooking, spooking Jeri: Ryan flinching back from well-turned latina lefts. Girls dipping in, trading withering short rights: dangerous pitching going on as fighters load up. Even, cagey trade until late: Larue beating Ryan to blunt right hands, then cleaning up the hook to chin. Ryan stomping back on her heels, jugs a-jumpin': she hits ropes in a fog, face distraught as bell saves her from a LaRue finishing run.

R5,6,7: Eva LaRue jabs Ryan to ropes, gets on top, crowds close and lays down the law. LaRue snug - elbows in tight as she crouches against Jeri's torso. Eva turning short, 4 inch right hands into jug; coming back swatting hooks to rib and belly. Eva pressing knuckles against Jeri's body inside; bumpin' her brawny shoulders, keeping blonde pinned down...then LaRue erupts into short left uppercuts or chopping right hands. Ryan grimacing - head rocking back on occasion - mostly she's just sopping it up downstairs, slumping against ropes. Crowd roaring as Jeri is well and truly lit up at times: blonde girl absorbing tremendous clout during this span. Ryan's arms reaching round Eva's shoulders, pulling at her head: blonde tying up a little, but never stopping LaRue from working completely. Comprehensive beating administered - Eva enjoying minute after minute of grinding supremacy - hurting Jeri, rocking her with the odd big shot, then just staying on her methodical. End of the rounds: LaRue upbeat - hair wild in her eyes as she grins like an ingenue; Jeri grumpy, frowning and sullen - really getting touched up in these heats.

R8: Jeri hooking-with Eva - blonde weight on right leg, clippin' LaRue tidy. Jeri shifting weight to left leg, chopping short rights to jaw; she's finding Eva, trading with her. Larue going to jug pum-pum-pum: her chugging bursts answered with strapping hooks and smearing right hands as Ryan stands up for herself midring. Ryan picking Eva up inside via short-shrugging right uppercuts: LaRue gobbing, sliding into autopilot as both women ship punishment. Down the stretch, Jeri's right uppercut really jerks Eva's around, loosening Eva's knees: brunette finally backing off, realizing too late she's been drawn into catastrophic slugging. Jeri grim-faced, walking Eva down: pasting lead right to jug punches LaRue to ropes with a gasp. Jeri on top - palming Eva in her shoulders, then shellacking her torso rising, lapping, big-girl lefts and rights. LaRue's curvy legs hold her up as she slumps woozy in ropes, taking.

R9: Jeri digging in, walking Eva in, jab-jabbing her, picking her up the curling right uppercut off right leg, then pushing off big-girl. Eva looking a little sleepy - lumping up, but stubbornly wading in: Jeri just triggering, fitting LaRue for punishment. Latter half the round, Eva's shabby - coming forward without authority: Jeri widens stance, starts to really lash it up. Weight on front leg, Jeri gets all lanky - doubling up bandy-armed left hooks CHUP! CHUP! to Eva's tummy, bunching up that firm brown meat. Jeri turning torso-left to slop rights across Eva's jugs: LaRue grimacing at the pay-back mugging. Jeri strong on her girl - shoving shoulders, sending Eva staggering away: Ryan keeping her kitchen clean, punishing her foe through 9.

R10: Ryan owning LaRue early with that pulsing jab - Eva's beautiful face bouncing back from stiff stick, the eyes dimming groggy. Minute in, LaRue times a right hand over Jeri's jab and suddenly: shoe's on the other foot. Ryan stepping in fence post holes, eyes forlorn: she can't punch - Eva goes over to offence. LaRue wading into Jeri's midsection - walking barrage left and rights, putting Ryan ropeside. Looping right swivels Jeri's head, parting her lips: she's a swaying on the spot, spellbound. Eva on autopilot, digging both hands to waist as Jeri's pushing on brunette shoulders with fading strength. OH Jeri's clipped a right hand - rocked back into ropes: blonde girl drooping forward all gobsmacked, knees locked. Eva pumping repeat short rights into Jeri's lungs - pouncing ribcage just south of jug: Ryan whining, long legs a-tremble. Jeri sops it up - too proud to go: Eva working, working, working - head and shoulders rubbing on Jeri in between the bursts. Bell: ref pulls seething Eva off her foe... comes back UD10 LaRue.

AFter: Jeri all banged up, chagrined: trip to the canvas and a surprisingly aggressive LaRue combine to get Ryan beat. "In the past," a puffy, but jubilant LaRue says in postfight, "I've tended to pocket-up at the ropes - and because I'm so defensively sound - I'd let girls work and spend themselves up. I would be safe - I'd be making the other girl miss - but the judges would always figure she was the aggressor just because she was busier. That wasn't going to happen tonight: we knew right away that we had to back Jeri up and wear her down. Ryan's body isn't as strong as mine: I knew if I could fight inside her reach that I'd use her up!"