Posted by Simguy on 2/25/2006, 7:47 am.

Before: Kiel best known for stretching Carmella D with a single punch, she brings good size, durability and power to the dance. “Don’t let the WB pedigree fool you,” Rachel cautions at the podium, “Kiele Sanchez punches like a movie star. In face, I’m fighting her as though I were the underdog> I feel I have more to prove than she does coming in.” Rachel in auburn curls, navy velvet bra and panties, silver/grey lace trim. Kiel tanned a light golden brown, baby blue cashmere crochet bikini. White gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Hot swapping midring—Kiel wants to come forward, Rachel trying to negotiate the pressure. Sanchez up the middle, squaring up her feet and pounding strong, round rights and lefts against the hips, lats, shoulders—Rachel maintaining a sturdy high guard, tucking her chin. McAdams body holding up well—she takes a spanking, then rotates out of there, spearing Kiele a heavy jab to the mouth; drops a tidy right cross through the middle; hooks the taste out of Kiele’s mouth off the front foot—sending blonde wide eyed, baby stepping into ropes, Rachel Mac steps up strong—jabbing Kiele in the forehead, then gutting her right/left: Sanchez wheezing, clinching up hurt around Rachel’s elbows at the bell. Mac steals a Sanchez round, puts her foot down in the first.

R2: Rachel very clear-eyed, intense, precise in her movements, Stiff, stiff jabbing chest and forehead on Kiel—Sanchez startled, freezing up from heavy McAdams poke. Double-tape stick between the eyes setting Sanchez up for thick right hands flat to paunch: big, splashy connects spank off taut golden tummy, cramping Kiele up. Sanchez worked in stages to ropes; she covers up dukes at temples, elbows in, scrunching her torso up as Rache goes to work. McAdams’ weight in the front (left) foot, pushing off the right big toe—she’s getting vicious snap on hooks to Kiele’s lats and waist, rights to the ribs and right uppercuts between the mitts. McAdams pushing her mitts into Kiel’s—bullying and propping before punishing her blonde: Sanchez moist eyed, lips a-quivering en route to her corner, well thrashed in the second.

R3: Rachel jabbing stiff and scolding in first minute: Sanchez pounded between her eyes and breasts, gives ground, set sup sullen on ropes. Mac setting in her strong stance, systematically punishing Sanchez, McAdams’ checklist: waist? check. Ribs? Check. Flanks? Check. Jugs? Check, check. Poor Sanchez just huddled forward behind her gloves, soaking up shots like a trooper—she answers back with strong single shots, but she’s simply being suppressed by Rachel’s consistent, methodical work.

R4: Rachel neglects to jab—settling in mouth on shoulder with Kiele midring and swapping hot licks to ribs and tummy: Kiel does well as a result. Sanchez busting her girl thick rights and lefts loud off stout ale tummy: McAdams taking her first backward steps as Kiele crowds in with a bully’s left shoulder in the chest. Ropes: Sanchez knuckling McAdams’ shoulders and gloves, paying her back in kind of the waist—blonde really twisting her torso, laying in thick, strapping abiuse to body. Rachel mouthbreathing, sturdy legs getting a test this round as she’s worked over bell to bell, sent to her corner throbbing as blonde makes statement in the fourth.

R5: Brutal reprisal from a stern-faced Rachel McAdams. First minute jabbing has Sanchez covering up, bobbing and weaving instead of punching: McAdams steadily backing her foe up, taking away Kiel’s options. Thunderous body punching: Mac jabbing her girl in the forehead, then sailing in right/left to waist—poor Sanchez groaning, cramping up in shock. Ropes: McAdams leaning in with left shoulder./extended left elbow—just rubbing and bumping—jostling her foe, then putting snappy punches together. Kiele glum—cringing from body blows—moving her hands from earmuff to crossed arm: the right at her left cheek, left across her trembling body. McAdams weight forward, punching through her target: Sanchez battered, unable to fight backing up and Rachel knows it.

R6: Rachel continues her seek and destroy mission: jabbing and walking Kiele down; hunting the ribcage with either hand; punishing the tummy; clobbering those cashmered jugs, Kiel open mouthed frowning—she’s being taken out back of the woodshed here, but still defiant in spots. Sanchez punching back firm right hands to Rachel’s stomach, trading hooks with Rache up top. Blonde simply not busy enough: she’s sitting ion the ropes, soaking up 6 and 7 licks before issuing back a couple.

R7: Kiele getting busted that jab midring—blonde really outclassed in space, her face knocked back or to the side, hands extended awkwardly as she tries to ward of stick. Mac able to pierce right hands straight through to chin—Sanchez taking a great shot, but unable to hold her canvas—she has to retreat to ropes, set up hedgehog style or being knocked out. McAdams settles in—either pushing her mitts into Kiele’s to jostle her, or cycling her left shoulder into the blonde before unleashing. Steady thumping fished out, punctuated by the odd crisp uppercut to pick up drowsy blonde face: Sanchez lumping up nicely through 7.

R8: Mirror image rounds—McAdams very workmanlike, taking the ring away with her jab, moving Kiele to ropes then systematically punishing her. Sanchez battered, but legs proving strong: she’s sponging it up, offering back in spots to keep Rachel from pinning her ears back. Just steady, muscular stuff—McAdams crowding in, bumping  and pushing to set up her punches as she patiently breaks Kiele down at the apron.

R9: Same again—Kiele competitive, not shutout, but she just can’t win this thing sitting in the ropes, soaking up McAdams leather. Real treat for McAdams fans: showcase of her strong body set in firm punchers stance; the twisting rip-leverage she’s getting on her body shots; her intelligent, intense eyes as she dips side to side, constantly seeking fresh advantage. Sanchez mouthbreathing, crossing her arms, looking sleepy—she’s punching back just enough to keep the ref from stepping in.

R10: Kiele catches Rachel that short, shock right hand coming—McAdams take sit, but backs off circling to her right to regroup. Sanchez able to come forward and she’s a different fighter, pressing mcAdams to ropes and dishing out some payback. Mac stooped forward dukes at temples—she’s nothing special off the ropes, basically trying to block shots with her gloves and elbows, not a lot of cute moves. Sanchez munching tummy—dipping to her left and scorching the waist her best left hooks, winning little grunts of protest fro Rachel. Mac timing her counters, erupting out of the hedgehog with short hooks, but Sanchez proves stubborn. Blonde able to hold position, win the tenth with tousle-to-tousle pressure as girls brawl to the bell. Comes back UD10 wide, Rachel McAdams.

After: Sanchez badly lumped up, well and truly touched tonight: she’s asked for her assessment of the highly touted ingénue. “She’s got welterweight hands to the body,” Kiele grimaces, rubbing her right hand unconsciously across her stomach at the memory of Rachel’s touch. “I couldn’t breathe in there—even though I was taking the shots well—I felt all numb and tingly most of the time.” McAdams similarly complimentary—white towel around her neck, swigging a bottle of Evian in postfight. “Sanchez is rugged, very tough,” Rachel admits, “I was busting her licks I would have crippled someone like Jessica Alba, but this girl just wouldn’t go down. I think I separated myself from Kiele with my jab—I boxed her in spots and that really threw her off. When I got her on the ropes, all I had to do was clean up and I think I did that well.” Good outing for rache—she takes 8 rounds, shows top-contender class in suppressing a game Kiel Sanchez tonight.

Reposted by Archer 11/8/09.