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25 October 2009 Jeri Ryan vs Blake Lively

Page history last edited by Dradis 14 years, 4 months ago

Posted by simguy on 10/25/2009, 9:27 am

 

BEFORE: "It's great that Jeri's making herself available again, so young fighters can claim against her," Blake chirps in prefight. "She was a force in her prime, but I think it's safe to say her edge has been blunted. I wouldn't mind following in her footsteps actually: we're similarly built, and I've been working on my right hand... I'd love to terrorize chins the way Jeri used to!" Ryan grinding her teeth: legendary name and 100-fight ace finding reputation isn't enough against the never-ending tide of young chests and legs. "Some things never change," Ryan shrugs at podium. "Like the attitude of bimbos who've never really been tested in the ring before. You could swap Blake out and replace her verbatim with Melinda Messenger, or Cindy Margolis - anybody remember those canvas-kissers? Didn't think so. Gonna be fun putting Blake to the test. She's pretty: I'm looking forward to changing that." Blake in green bikini; hair in loose tangles; black gloves. Ryan in red off-the-shoulder bikini; black gloves; hair soft and straight, tucked behind ears.

 

R1: Gentle clockwise rotation: Jeri applying patient stalking pressure. Blake's face nervous...she's jabbing while backing up/turning, not stepping in with her poke. Ryan the opposite - stepping in heavy left jabs - punching Blake in her tummy or face, driving Lively back. Blake grunting off the stern tummy-pokes, dropping her guard: Jeri's jab finding the mark up top as a result, knocking back pretty ingenue face. Final minute, Jeri stepping-to, walking her girl down...jab in the tummy; left hook in the tits... Jeri leans back from a don't-hurt-me slapping Lively hook, then leans in with a sudden, twitching right cross off the shoulder. CRACKING blast to chin - head-swivel Lively: lovely blonde legs lock up as Blake's pitching backward to CRASH the mats! Blake: legs stiff; face frozen in stunned agony, eyes frowned shut; elbows planted in canvas near either hip, hands in the air. It's OVER! Classic KO1 Jeri Ryan!

 

After: Ryan smirking down, strutting 'round, taking in the sight of Blake's cringing face and fluttering chest: wotta whack! Jeri standing in the vicinity, removing her gloves: she snaps her fingers at Hewitt and Chabert who immediately scoot in with smelling salts and helpful slaps to bring poor Lively around.

 

Blake on her back, eyelashes batting in foggy stupor, lips parted: she's all numb and tender, only vaguely aware as Jeri's minions depart, leaving Ryan to straddle her victim.

 

Jeri leisurely to her knees, looming atop Blake: Ryan going to all fours, just grinning down as Blake groans, reaching up to push her hands at Jeri's broad shoulders. Lively tossing her head side to side as she whimpers: Jeri just leaning in deadweight, enjoying the moment as Lively's arms start to quiver. "NO!" Blake cries as her arms give way... she slides her left hand to Jeri's chin, pushing it to the side as Jeri's sinking closer.

 

Job of work for Ryan to pull Lively's hand aside and flatten her out: Jeri could have closed up at the start - she's clearly just giving Lively the chance to squirm.

 

Eventually, Ryan's breasts push onto Blake's sobbing face; Ryan's hands twist in Lively's glorious blonde tangles - Jeri propped on her elbows, digging in with her knees on canvas to keep weight forward. Not much left in Blake: some pushing at Jeri's armpits and ribs; a feeble reaching up to tug at Jeri's hair - Ryan's smile never leaves her face.

 

Lively's tummy shudders, then grows still as Jeri's jugs take their toll. Outside the ring - bedlam as security pre-occupied with keeping Lookout forces out of the ring, rather than addressing the outrage within.

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