Posted by Simguy on 2/24/2006, 6:39 am.

Before: “I’ve been that girl,” Christina says with wide-eyed solemnity, “the girl other girls beat down to get what they want:” now it’s Kelly’s turn. A lot of people feel I beat Dani and Allison--Kelly’s not ready for that kind of competition. I’m going to bring the kind of fight Clarkson’s only ever dreamed about--let her learn the ropes the hard way. From her back.” Kelly sponging up hard lesson from Allison Mack, but upbeat, positive as always in preflight. “I’m just gonna get right back in there,” Clarkson chirps, “I’m not afraid of Christina Ricci--I’m gonna go right at her and see what happens.” Ricci in black velvet sport cut top (spaghetti straps) and bikini bottoms, messy ponytail; Clarkson in sunshine yellow bikini, twist tied bottoms, pretty yellow bow holding her hair back.

During r1: Ripping haymakers tossed willy-nilly midring: it’s crazy swinging  two way action. Ricci spanked a hook across her face; Clarkson’s chi checked a looping right cross--back and forth as stocky legs shake and stamp for balance; sturdy bodies hurtle into each other and bounce off bumper-car style. Midway through, nice move Christina: she’s hunched in close, hops abruptly to her right and hooks Kelly clean off blonde’s left shoulder, smashing Clarkson’s face back and SITTING HER DOWN! Kelly shaking her head, staring as though she’s just had a soccer ball kicked off her face: she gets gingerly up, blinking at the ropes after 8. ON COMES RICCI! Li’l Chrissy chugging in, greets Kelly one, two, three PLUGGING right hands swung underneath, bunching Clarkson up with a groan and sitting her into the ropes. JUG! Chrissy romping to rack, shrug-mugging the bejesus out of Kelly’s goods--poor Clarkson making whimpering little “Gugg…gugg…” noises deep in her throat as she sponges it up, Tasty romp, Ricci on Clarkson to the bell--Chrissy’s legs braced wide, backside jumping as pumps to her foe until ref reefs her off from behind.

R2: Ricci up off her stool, batting her gloves together, eyes blazing: she wants Kelly out of there. Clarkson still woozy but game as hell: she wades in, pitching wide and it’s more senseless slugging. Ricci in a sweet rhythm, beating Clarkson to shattering lefts and rights, ringing blonde up either side of jaw line--Kelly starts to swoon off her stance, face slackening as pounding impacts stun her and CLARKSON’S DOWN! Clubbing headshots send Clarkson staggering to her right, where she hops and flops to all fours--Ricci screeching in exultation, arms taut at her sides, neck muscles bulging. 8 count Kelly Clarkson--she’s groggy, hurting and ON COMES CHRISSY! Series of hoisting right hands takes Kelly in her belly, sitting her into the ropes with a gurgle and the beat down is ON! Ricci smearing herself on Kelly like butter on toast-pressing blonde upright, bullying her and propping her , then smashing away at breast, rib, tummy. Clarkson’s stocky legs holding her up, but this is disastrous: Ricci dipping shoulder and carving tight left uppercuts, picking up Kelly’s drowsy face as crowd screams in queasy delight. Final moments, Ricci finishes up like a pro: left uppercuts, followed by thick, tucking left hooks sticky against Clarkson’s liver. Kelly all cramped up, tremble-bodied: Ricci pounds out another 10-8 and can’t stop jiggling about it.

R3: Pitching haymakers midring: snarling faces, cuddly bodies a-jiggle, wild misses and smashing connects, mostly at random. Either girl slugging herself crazily off  balance--lots of reeling and staggering around as they hurl and rebalance. RIGHT HAND KELLY CLARKSON! OH, Kelly cashes in--just a great swinging right hand detonating off the side of Ricci’s face and CHRISSY’S STUNNED! Ricci stumbling away to her right with how-cold-you-eyes: legs are shot, guard only half formed as Kelly swarms in! Clarkson piling into Ricci, packing her to ropes so hard Chrissy’s head whiplashes in limp neck--then CLARKSON’S DIGGING TO BELLY! Kel up in there furious--hup-hup-hupping with three right hands, then shifting her weight to get three left hands--everything chucked up and in with heartless abandon. Ricci falling part, actually held up against the ropes by the force of Kelly’s body punching--little brunette’s hands drooping, torso drooping, eyes quitting and THE REF STEPS IN! Kelly digging until bodied aside--she scream is triumph the TKO3 victrix.

After: Ricci cradled to safety: she breaks down I the mans arms, beaten once again by a hungry blonde on her way up, Kelly bubbling over with puncher’s glee: she struggles up off the canvas not once, but twice en route to a devastating victory. “I wasn’t that hurt,” Kelly claims of her trips to the mat, courtesy Ricci’s pounding fists, “Seriously--she stunned me, but I just shook off her work. I think we’ve both been fighting a tough schedule lately and hers taken more out of her than mine. She had a good jump, but once I started tagging her you could see she just wasn’t fresh enough to take it.”

Reposted by Archer 7/5/11.