UNIFIED LIGHTWEIGHT TITLE

Originally posted by Simguy on 9/27/2003, 8:53 am.

Before: Brittany the recipient of the worst post-bout atrocity ever witnessed—and it happened at the hands of Jennifer Garner. Daniel’s never forgiven it.

“The thing that hurt most,” says a surprisingly open and candid Brittany in prefight, “is that the media, a lot of fans, even the FCBA cheered Jennifer on like she was hero for working over my kidneys. She savaged me and wasn’t even fined a penny—I could have been seriously, seriously injured. It was like—‘well, it’s Brittany Daniel after all—she deserves it’. Guess what: I didn’t deserve it, and Jennifer Garner’s going to get what’s coming to her.”

Garner relaxed, cool  contrast to Brittany’s agitated state. “Whjats done is done—I think I expressed regret at having lost control after that fight, I don’t know what else I can do. All that post fight stuff is Krusher territory anyway—I’m more concerned with defending my title, running up the score on top lightweight and establishing an iron-fisted rule. I really don’t have time for these…distractions.”

Daniel in black leather bandeau bikini—Jennifer in neon blue bra style bikini.

During R1: Brittany bolting across the ring—Garner spends the first minute just taming her with crisp, banging jabs. Jen stepping left, PAK! PAK! Staying out of range—Daniel rushing in, getting spanked, forced back out—she’s making zero headway. Second minute—Garner jabbing to close, dukes up at her temples as she lays in, then snatches at the waist hooks, bringing the hand up quick to block Daniel’s receipts. End second minute: Garner blocks a clubbing Daniel right on the inside, immediately hooks the waist, shakes Brittany up slightly, then clips her a BIG left uppercut between the mitts, Brittany’s legs give way—she’s drifting hurt—Garner jabs her chest and shoulder to put her ropeside. Big, bruising Jen Garner beat down—she’s right on top of Brittany, giving her hurt JGarn working from the high guard in close, putting hook to body with thick, wet spanks, chopping the right hand in behind the elbow, bumping the left shoulder and twisting on cracking right uppercuts as Brit slumps up against the ropes in stupor. Bell to bell Garner—she spins away from her swooning prey, shows those dimple—she’s every inch the champ as she leaves Brittany wobbly butt after 1.

R2: Daniel shakes it off—comes out determined to get inside on HER terms this time. Brit jabbing with Jennifer midring, gets close by mutual assent—Daniel in strong with her head to score a tuff head butt to Garners mouth to set the tone. Jen recoiling in pain—momentarily undone by the butt—Daniel taking the opportunity to hook the champion’s trunks for good measure. Hammer and tongs—Garner loving that thick, strapping left hook in under Brittany’s elbow—Daniel putting chopping combinations to good work, banging Jen about the temples, working to her jugs. Down the stretch, the girls trade hooks up top and Garner pulls back stunned! Brittany pouncing in a banging right on the mouth, just missing a leaping hook as Garner clatters wide-eyed to the ropes. All Brittany D mopping up as she POUNDS away at Jennifer’s chest, flapjacking those puppies with merciless straight lefts and rights.

R3: Garner ruffled, angry, seeks retribution and cooperates with Daniel this round. Brittany able to walk Jennifer into blunt lead right hands on the mouth, then get the looping right uppercut, then the crazy overhand right—unorthodox punching with power has the blonde out in front and calling the shots. Garner bending into her own right and missing—Daniel smiling, goading her foe onward, circling to her right and putting combinations on the champ’s skull, Midway through, girls hooking each other while holding the right hands high—chests and chins put to the test as each gets good leverage. Garner bends forward to slip the hook—Daniel skids a tight right uppercut off the champ’s forehead and Jennifer straightens woozy. Brit hopping forward and plugging the right hand straight to the gut—Jen tilting forward, hands at her temples—right uppercut rocks the champ’s head straight back and she’s stunned! Daniel reloading, getting another, juicier right uppercut to the chin—Jennifer’s head jerked back hard—she straightens, stumbles straight back and Brittany’s ON HER WITH RIGHT HANDS! Daniel hopping and chopping—Jennifer hitting the ropes ramshackle, trying to earmuff up—Daniel bracing her back with the left shoulder/elbow, then TEARING it up with curling lefts and rights, Jugs. Chin. Cheeks. Brittany’s fists a blur as the champ poses numb, right hand stacked dumbly atop her left at her stomach and GARNER GOES OUT ON HER FEET! Brittany just pouring it on, loving it to Jennifer’s face as brunette stares dimly back, facing into blows and THE REF STEPS IN! Good lord—Upset TKO3 for the winner and new lightweight champ…Brittany Daniel.

After: All boxing holds it’s breath as Daniel bounds to her corner, shedding her gloves all giddy, then running over to the HISC corner s Jennifer is brought around with the salts. Brittany bulling her way in, reaching under Garner’s brawny arms to pull her to feet, then shoving the girl into the turnbuckles. Garner’s arms draped over the top ropes, right leg propped over a middle strand—Brit climbs ropes, left hand in Jennifer’s hair, right fist  thrust to the sky as she bellows to a sudden adoring crowd—then she hops down to get to business.

Hardhearted leer in thin lips—Brittany D kisses her right fist, goes to work on jug with total disregard for Jennifer’s feelings on the subject. Garner shouting with the thuds, eyes shut tight—Brittany showing a variety of looks. There’s the straight, short, plugging lefts and rights crisscrossing in from the shoulder; the double jab to the right tit, HARD right cross pancake shot; the backhand right flick to the left tit, SMOKING left hook; the ol’ rolling shoulder, curling lefts and rights bit—all the old standbys. Daniel working herself sweaty, chest heaving, eyes blazing when she finally relents, but she’s STILL not done.

Bodying up close, Brit slides her left arm strong behind Jen’s neck, smiling into the tears and swollen features then presses in to press a rapacious, bruising kiss on Jennifer’s protesting mouth. Brits right hand twines in Jennifer’s hair, holding her head steady with a reverse sleeper grip—Garner pulling helplessly on the blonde’s shoulders, then pushing ion her hips—Brittany just taking every last drop of dignity before pulling away. There’s Daniel, cradling Jennifer’s head in the crook of her left arm, standing just to the right of the ex champ, buttocks resting against Garner’s raised right thigh. Brittany wipes her mouth with unspeakable satisfaction and points “Number 1” with her right hand into thr sky as Jennifer slumps, still in the grasp, head damp against Brittany’s upperchest. Nobody’s stepping in to break it up—Daniel takes a moment to taunt anew. Patting Jennifer’s cheek with the right hand, then taking her by the chin, then smearing the hair back off Jen’s eyes—Brittany enjoying the one-way conversation—officials FINALLY move in to impose some moral authority on the situation. Absolutely heinous: there will be an investigation—just because Madonna and Britney share a brief peck doesn’t mean you can beat a girl senseless in the corner and smooch the bejesus out of her.

Reposted by Archer 4/12/09.