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25 July 2008 Karen Cliche vs Adrianne Palicki

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 6 months ago

 

 

 

Part 1

 

Posted by Simguy on 7/25/2008, 6:48 pm.

 

Before: “Do the math,” Karen tells press in prefight, “Mary Elizabeth whatsername is a blown up bantam and SHE scrubbed this Palicki kid out of there. I walk around at welter—I’ve got Theron-busting power in both hands: when I hit the line, there’s movement. I’ve been gobbling up fragile young blondes since I don’t know when—this is like déjà vu for me, too!”

 

Palicki flushing, but keeping her poise when it’s her turn. “Yeah—I’m sure Theron’s staying up nights, wondering how she’s ever going to counter the ‘Karen Cliché’ threat,” Adrianne drawls, smiling as the press corps has a good chuckle. “Look—I’m just going to day this about Winstead: she may be undersized, but she’s aggressive as hell. She hit me about a dozen punches right on the button as I was trying to get myself together—ref wasn’t familiar with me, so he stopped it. That’s it. It’s not like Mary waved at me once and blew me onto my back—she panicked the ref with a damn good flurry and I couldn’t answer. So along comes this whining brunette beyotch—crying about how she doesn’t have a managerial contract and how the world owes her a PPV slot, and I’m like: ‘enough already!’ Jenny warned me about how jealous and petty the FCBA could be—but Karen’s oput of control. (Turns attention to Karen directly). Listen: You’re big, you’re pretty—I don’t know why nobody’s signed you and I don’t care. You been picking on me for weeks, and you better be able to back up your smack, because I am NOT laying down for you, Karen Cliche.”

Cliché in leopard print bikini, black gloves, Adrianne in tie-side bikini, black gloves. Good seething staredown, Karen going nose to nose in an effort to stir up blonde butterflies.

 

During R1: Karen circles left—taking a look-see, Adrianne secedes to work—punching her jab to Karen’s upperchest, crossing the right hand smoothly up top. Blonde turning into her right with her torso, getting the shoulder behind it, twisting the fist: Cliché leaning away, gauging the power. Second minute sees Adrianne step over to cut off the ring—rewards herself with a thumping right/left solid against Karen’s firm tummy. Cliché frowning, covering up earmuff: Palicki scrapes a right uppercut against the guard, then lashes a lanky hook to Karen’s right ear. Final minute—Karen no longer scouting the terrain—she’s actually backpedalling: Adrianne stepping up the pace, driving on Karen here. Palicki shows the jab up top, occupying Karen’s gloves high; blonde dives in, pounding a straight right down against the Cliché midsection. Instant jerking reaction from Karen—elbows shoot down, torso dips forward, distressed face tilts up as she chokes back a cry of hurt. Brunette backs into ropes in trouble—bell sounds to prevent any Palicki follow up. Adrianne grinning, pumping her trusty right hand en route to her corner.

 

R2: Cliché seen enough—takes midring with a confident, ramrod jab. Palicki’s face spanked as her hands are stacked low—she forms earmuff, tucking her chin, starting to bob and weave the Cliché stick. Cliché motoring to her left—nice easy long-legged pivots sweeping her around the ring: Palicki turning, keeping her right leg well back, bending forward at the waist. Cliche drops right hands off the jab—blocked by Adrianne; Karen coming back a thick, whacking hook takes Palicki in her side with authority. Cliché vocal: she’ll ring a hook off blonde bod, then shout “TASTY!” “SWEET!” and the like. Down the stretch, Adrianne firms—forcing her jab through to Karen’s chest, and trading right hands as both girls score to the mouth. Crowd-pleasing free-for-all at the bell—both girls snarling, swinging away until ref jumps in. Karen’s round.

 

R3: Good thumping, big-girl two way. Both girls settling down—walking into range, organizing their guards, then going flat footed to generate meaningful leverage. Girls taking turns getting off as the other covers up: Cliche testing the Palicki midsection with a lanky, clapping hook, then trying to penetrate the guard with short right hands, Palicki answering to Karen’s midsection with thumping right/lefts: long blonde leaning in close, lapping the punches against Karen’s waist with supple, long-limbed licks. Both pivot left in wide stances—nice and relaxed—long, loping gaits moving the girls around with grace. Cliché ups tempo in the final minute—veteran knows how to close out a round strong, simply outworking Adrianne for the points. “Check her, ref,” Karen says within earshot of Adrianne, “She’s hurt.”

 

R4: Palicki doubles up the jab, forcing Cliche backwards, then blonde strides in, dragging a big slinging right sidearm into Karen’s midsection CHUP!. Cliché grunting, immediately clinching around Adrianne’s neck: Palicki able to lap away underneath until ref’s break. Adrianne quick with the jab, lifting it off her hip and sticking it hard to Karen’s chest; blonde twisting into her right cross, pasting Cliché across the lips. Karen hits ropes—covers up earmuff: Palicki strides-to, lashes a strapping hook across the waist, dips her right shoulder down, then hoists a THICK right hand up into Karen’s breadbasket. Woof of pain, Karen Cliché—she clinches around blonde ribs, mouth open on Adrianne’s lightly tanned shoulder as Palicki bodies her brunette into the ropes. Ref’s break pushes AP back, but she’s aggressively in once again, jabbing at Karen’s tender middle. Cliche snarling, slashes a vicious counter hook off the ropes, taking Adrianne to temple: BRAWL! Palicki in wide, almost parallel stance—she’s bending forward, then twisting side to side, lashing huge, sweeping right and left overhands onto Karen’s head and shoulder. Cliché rocked, but dug in well: she’s trying to punch-with, sweeping her own long-armed haymakers onto Adrianne with a similar dip-and-loop delivery. Palicki getting the better of it—both hands scoring to either side of Karen’s jaw as Cliché mostly misses over top. Bell: chests heaving, eye blazing—ref has to move in as Adrianne’s getting up in Karen’s grill. “CHECK HER, REF!” Palicki shouts, right into Karen’s grimacing face.

 

Cliché/Palicki conc.

 

Simguy posted by 7/25/2008, 6:49 pm.

 

R5: Karen trying to restore a little order—boxing behind her jab midring. After a minute, Palicki collapses Karen’s jab, crowding in on brunette with designs on Cliché midsection, Adrianne leaning her chin out over Karen’s right shoulder, then dragging heavy, limber blows up into gut and ribs. Adrianne relaxed, supple underneath—hauling the punches in with sexy rolling-shoulder action, then palming Karen’s hips to stabilize her/keep her in position. Cliché grimacing—she’s trying to shoulder Adrianne off, then rebuke her with uppercuts, Karen’s connecting, but not discouraging Adrianne; blonde keeps crowding and crashing the tummy. Down the stretch, Cliche’s back to the ropes—she clinches—face wincing and looking cranky as she can’t get out from under insistent Palicki pressure. “Holding me, ref,” Cliché pants—referring to Adrianne’s aggressive palming of the ribs and hips throughout the round.

 

R6: Karen grimacing, shying away: she’s hurt to the body; Adrianne sees it. Palicki stalking—staying in touch with the jab, then leaning in with big right hands, pulverizing away straight, sloping shots to the ribcage. Karen driven around the ring by thumping impacts—her hands creeping down to protect her midsection: Adrianne alters trajectory on the slinging crosses, now ticketing’em for chin. Karen caught and drilled on occasion—head tossing to the side, knees buckling: she’s a wounded beauty, just trying to leg out the round. Adrianne starts barking: she’s “OK to hit me back, baby!” “Where’s all your bad power Karen? Huh? Thought you were all bad and stuff. I’M NOT FEELIN” YOUR POWER!” Cliché keeping her distance, restricting Palicki to one power shot at a time—but blonde walking her brunette down, chipping away at her—Adrianne bangs out the shutout, leaves Karen weak in the knees through 6. At the break, Adrianne stands grinning—hands on hips—yucking it up with ringsiders as Karen steadies herself with hand on the top rope, looking shabby.

 

R7: Palicki upbeat, grinning: Karen morose, scowling. Again, Karen shies away, moving to her right. Palicki stalks her, hopping forward and slinging limber right hands at throbbing brunette ribs. “OH, you like that, right?” Palicki taunts after welting big to the body: Karen grimacing, moving away, Midway through, Adrianne leans in, bounces a vicious right hand straight off Karen’s sternum—driving brunette into ropes. Cliche gurgling in gut-shot agony—she crosses her arms against her midsection, tilting to her right. Palicki jabs Karen’s shoulder and cheek—prompting Cliche to lean upright against the ropes, Sweeping right hand chaser—Adrianne just leaning in and don, pulling it over the top: punch smashes across Karen’s chin, swiveling her head as blonde fist follows through to her own left hip. Cliche’s long upper body drifts over top rope, then slops forward and KAREN GOES DOWN! Cliche on her face, her arms crossed underneath her—it’s OVER! KO7 in spectacular fashion—Adrianne Palicki.

 

After: Jubilant Palicki hugging her cornermen—she’s SO excited at the redemption. Cliché rolled gently to her back and brought around with smelling salts: she’s tender, groggy and helpless—long black eyelashes all a-flutter. “Yeah, you could say I’m happy.” Says a beaming Adrianne in postfight. “She talked so big at me, you know? And now look at her, all ‘where am I? wa’ hoppen?’ We had a solid, solid gameplan for this girl coming in. I softened her up to the body early—this was the main thing—just punish her and punish her, and when she started to give ground, I just poured in on her. When I hit her that last overhand right, I said ‘yup—that’s it!’ I could just feel it in my back, you know? The strength of that shot. There was no way she was getting up from that!” Before exiting, Adrianne gets a quick congratulations form Lindsay Lohan: Lilo slipping a business card into the back of Adrianne’s bikini bottoms, giving her a playful pat: “Gimme a call sometime—we’ll chat.” Pretty brazen, Lilo trying to poach another manager’s fighter right on camera!

 

Reposted by Archer on 9/26/09

 

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