Posted by simguy on 7/23/2010, 9:50 am

BEFORE: "I dug the guts out of Blake Lively," Serinda reminds media in prefight. "I slapped Laura Vandervoort onto her heinie... I think I can handle one withered old crone. I mean, seriously (stands up so everyone can see her majestic body - holds hands palms up). Hey? Am I right? There's never been anything like me in the FCBA. Never." Ryan rolling her eyes throughout Swan's self-assessment: Jeri's got a different opinion. "Swan's everything that's wrong with the FCBA today," Jeri announces at podium. "These vapid little nobodies think they can waltz in here and matter. Take Liz Hurley: not a great fighter in my day... one Liz Hurley's worth TEN Serinda Swans today... that's how diluted the celebrity talent pool has been allowed to come. If I had my way, Serinda would be forced to fight in a AAA affiliate of the FCBA. And maybe after I'm done with her, she'll want that too!" Serinda in neon baby blue bikini; shiny black hair loose and curly; small black gloves. Jeri in scarlet bikini; blonde hair loose, straight, soft; small black gloves.

During R1: Jeri's first right hand fits tidily to chin: Serinda sent stamping back on her heels to ropes in alarm. Jeri steps-to - buries short right hand in Serinda's ribs; scrapes hook across Serinda's guard; hooks Serinda in her ribs; slams forearm across Swan's guard to brace her upright. Steady punishment meted out - Jeri palm-pushing Serinda, working her over methodical: Swan in tight peek-a-boo, wretched from punishment - all she can do is clinch and whine as Jeri systematically beats her bell to bell.

R2: Jeri stalking Serinda early - jabbing at her, dipping down while reaching the left hand in past Swan's right shoulder, then rising up into her with the right uppercut. Swan covered up tight - fighting inside a loose partial wrap from Jeri as Ryan's left arm rides across Serinda's right shoulder - Jeri working licking right uppercuts off her right leg; Serinda chopping back in spots. Swan fighting off ropes again - bumped and controlled by Jeri: Ryan managing her young foe, processing her for more rugged points through 2.

R3: Swan ripping an authoritative left/right across Jeri's waist: Ryan bunching up earmuff, lips pressed tight as she feels Serinda's wrath. Swan banging away in close - snarling as she scrapes left uppercuts across Jeri's guard, then leans into slamming rights. Ryan buffeted - protecting her head well: She's stumbling around Swan as brunette gets off robusto. Minute mark - Jeri answers - picking Swanny up a clipping little right uppercut to turn the tables. More toe-to-toe swinging sees Jeri back Serinda up: black haired beauty with hair in her eyes/across her mouth, looking furious as veteran blonde forces her to ropes again. Digging rights tuck in under Swanny's left breast; short, chopping hooks smite her mouth; muscular little right hands punch for jaw. Ryan wresting control away from a competitive Serinda to gobble up more points through 3.

R4: Swan back to the body off her jab, stroking Jeri a thick right/left to waist. Jeri bunching up, hands at temples - she stands there sullen as Swan jerks a trio of stuffing little left uppercuts into world-class blonde jug. Short right hand to ear cuffs Jeri to her right; wide, rangy hook straightens her up: Swan putting together energetic, compact shots in pursuit. Jeri firms a minute in - lowering her head and digging rights to Swan's ribcage again: Serinda grunting, but digging in, answering in kind. Final minute brutal as it is beautiful: tall girls leaning in ear to ear, reaching to push at each other's inner elbows, then digging up into offending torsos. Stuffing left uppercut to Jeri's solar plexus probably seals it for Swan in the dying moments.

R5: Replay the fourth - Swan doing some jabbing and range-finding, but basically intent on pressing the attack to Jeri's body from closer ranges. Serinda whacking the waistline, then diligently pumping those jugs: Ryan grumpy from persistent rack-jacking. Jeri answering back - frequently while ear-to-ear with Serinda: both girls landing torrid blows upwards into toned torsos, hating on the beef. Swan with another delicious left uppercut tucked into Jeri's solar plexus has blonde gasping at the bell.

R6: Jeri ups tempo, widens stance, works from outside while circling clockwise. Tart jabs punish Serinda's haughty face: blonde cruelly working over young beauty one stitching poke at a time. Extending on straight shots - Jeri's bouncing right hands off Serinda's forehead - then popping hips-right to carve vicious left hooks across Swan's midriff. Gorgeous stuff... Serinda pouting, pushing off with both hands all cranky and breathless. Stamping payback to Swan's breasts: Jeri unleashing withering hook/right hand combos that land with pace - Swan looking like someone just kicked a soccer ball into her jugs at times.

R7: Jeri continues to dominate outside - walking Serinda down behind that pinpoint, heavy jab, then punishing her whenever brunette form loosens. Swan sulking around the perimeter - hating that Jeri's pounding her face jabs, but unable to do much about it. Ryan shadowing her foe - occasionally stooping to reach jabs into toned brunette gut - blonde women really picking her brunette apart here. Swan brave enough to lash out in anger from ropes, initiating torrid exchanges: Jeri too set and ready, generally out-punches Serinda to send her skidding along ropes to regroup.

R8: Serinda whacking body off the jab - slashing right/left has Jeri groaning, bending forward behind her mitts. Swanny's eyes light up: she hooks Jeri palm-down to right armpit; scrapes a left uppercut across the scalp as Jeri's bending forward; sweeps a fat right roundhouse in above Jeri's left hip CHUP!; stuff a right uppercut into bulging ledge of Jeri's jugs... Ryan clinches breathless for break. Resume - Swan steps-to, jabbing Jeri's nose, then spooking her back a right hand near to chin: blonde hits ropes, forms ragged earmuff, mouth open. Swan back to the body right/left - sumptuous, stroking licks really sending tremors down Jeri's long, strong legs. Swanny sets up strong, begins to pour it on - she's strapping rangy leather to Jeri's flanks, biting in with small mitt PIK-PAK. Ryan slumping butt-in-ropes, sponging: veteran picks her spots to answer back cunning uppercuts, nipping at Serinda's chin as youngster's intent on firing wide. Jeri stabilizes her front, avoids rout, but Swan's in control through 8.

R9: Pace slowing, but the punching is still heavy... fighters closing to punish each other shoulder to shoulder. Mindless, grunting stuff - girls bumping-and-slugging, working each other's guts; turning cruel hooks across offending racks; picking each other's faces up via tightly-clipped right uppercuts. No question Serinda's clawing out space for herself in Jeri's tummy - really bunching Ryan up with snatching paunch-work. Jeri too stubborn to go down, but she's hurt - fighting on pride much of the time as she answers back to brunette body, then looks to spurn Serinda's face. Withering, non-stop, methodical clouting drifts to ropes: Serinda on top, gradually wearing Jeri down through 9.

R10: Serinda's beautiful face punched all puffy, but her energy's good: she's quickly across the ring, engaging Jeri with a swinging right to waist that has Ryan cringing forward. Brawny lefts and rights bounce off Jeri's arms/skull... she's driven back to ropes, Swan stepping-with. Ropes: Ryan hands up/elbows in, seeking short, muscular uppercuts to get her brunette to back off: Swan bending at the waist, dipping and twisting to pull violent haymakers onto Jeri. Crowd roaring as punching takes on savage aspect: both girls seeking to end this thing late. Midway through, Jeri leans back into ropes to get her right uppercut off - it misses, but Serinda's swinging right hand crashes home in receipt, denting Jeri's chin. RYAN GOES LIMP! Majestic blonde suddenly loose... eyes rolling back into her head as lids close/lips part... curvy legs hold her up, but she's HURT! Swan baring her fangs, going all in: Serinda's magnificent body suddenly writhing and twisting with fresh reserves, sweeping lefts and rights onto Jeri's front! Ryan swooning, wrists crossed at her breasts... punches are crashing off her sleepy face as she slumps and takes and THE REF STEPS IN! Good lord - TKO10 in upset fashion, Serinda Swan!

After: Swan shrieking, bounding away as ref cradles mumbling Jeri: battered blonde still with wrists crossed at her chest as her head bows onto official's shoulder. Swan cavorting, slashing her thumb across her throat at Lively and others ringside: she's obviously feeling pretty good about herself tonight. "Did you see me on her tits?" Lumped-up Swan trumpets in postfight. "I humbled Jeri Ryan's rack! That was all part of the plan - get into her jugs, beat that withered old body of her, get those tired legs out of the fight. I DID that! I did it - I beat Jeri down and knocked her out! I'm not just the hottest young fighter in boxing anymore, I'm the best: no way Blake's on my level now - NO way!"