Posted by Simguy on 1/28/2006, 10:11 am.

Before: Mutual admiration society in prefight as HISC vixens keep it cool, but cordial, “I think of Estella as one of the most underrated talents in the game,” favoured Garner insist in prefight. “She’s the prototypical HISC fighter: well balanced, strong, fast, smart. The only thing I question about her is her heart, and that’s what we’re all here to find out about. Plus, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been eyeing welterweight and thinking about expanding my legacy to include these pigeons. I’m coming in at 130 and fighting Estella on her turf to test the water.” Warren nodding, sipping water, patiently waiting her turn at the podium, “Jennifer Garner is legend in the fight game,” Warren allows, “but she’s human. She’s been exposed in the past by fighters like me, and I’m bringing the same welterweight punch to Jen’s lightweight jaw that others have used to great effect. I’ve seen how to handle a Jen garner, I know what it takes to hurt her and I think you are all going to be very surprised at the outcome of this fight, I’ve trained to WIN this fight—not just be a glorified sparring partner for Jennifer Garner. Jen in bright baby blue bra style, sturdy-bottomed bikini, slick low ponytail, white gloves: Estella in black SI bikini, white gloves, blonde curls in low ponytail.

During R1: Girls slap left hands midring just to touch up—then get down to circling clockwise. Warren upright, looking to dart her jab, establish distance and JEN JUMPS IN A ROCKET RIGHT HAND! Garner pawing her jab as a decoy, lunging forward into a blunt overhand chop to the chin, catches Warren flatfooted and DROPS HER TO HER BACK! Crowd barely back in their seats from the beer-run and Garner’s already strutting to neutral corner with her trademark scowl of intensity. Warren sitting up, shaking her head, rolling rickety up off her right hip: Jen garner announcing herself with a HUGE right hand blast to start festivities. Creaky 8, Warren—Jen storms blonde at the ropes. Garner methodical, efficient, stooping to pump her jab into Warren’s chest and tummy, creating little holes for straight right hands to chin. Warren goggle-eyed, leaning back into ropes, palms out—she’s pushing heels of her hands against Jen’s forehead or shoulders, then covering up—not offering back as Garner bangs away. Solid final minute of thick body punching done by workmanlike Garner fists—beefy lefts and rights bouncing off Estella’s hips, ribs, tummy, tits as Jen posts the bruising shutout first.

R2: Garner continues as aggressor—carrying the weight extremely well, bringing the fight to the ostensibly bigger girl and backing warren up. Estella trying to fit Jen for jabs, but garner’s pace quicker then expected—Jen weaving her head side to side, jabbing to body out of a slugger’s crouch, working her way inside to beat the ribcage. Garner laying tasty right hands in under the breastline; hooking behind the elbow; going paunch stout rights/lefts. Warren’s lips pursed with hurt, brow furrowed with worry—she’s fighting off the ropes again, palming and heeling at Jen. Late the round, Estella starts timing garner for counter-right uppercuts, skidding punches off Jen’s brow and guard—Jennifer ducking, backing out, keeping her jab o Warren to analyze the threat. Another systematic Jen Garner round: Warren’s ribs pinking up nicely under her stablemates;s grinding assault.

R3: Garner surging at Estella again: a very up-tempo, aggressive Jen Garner tonight. Jab stubby, heavy out of the crouch—Jen’s banging it between Estella’s eyes or spanking it off torso to startling effect. Warren trying to back away or rotate off Jen: Garner stepping-with and leaning into that vicious overhand right, looking to mop-up hooks off the front foot. Estella backpedalling—concerned expression as hard punches smash off her shoulders or ribs—she’s escaping flush contact, but only just barely as Garner builds ever-greater momentum, Second minute, Garner spitting stubby jabs, stepping left to cut off the ring as Estella’s trying to slide to her right along the apron. Right hand jerks up short, digging gin against Warrens sternum—left follows with a similar short jerk, buckling Warren’s knees, Left hook in behind the elbow, doubled up to a left uppercut to Estella’s overhanging chin: there goes Warren’s mouthpiece, fluttering like a plastic butterfly into the air, Warren sagging back forlorn, eyes shiny: Jen hardhearted, taps Estella’s unprotected mouth a straight right/left cross cross, switching Warren’s head back and forth, Back to the body PUM! PUM! Back to the head—Jen rampaging now, feet set wide, fists chugging and it’s all too much: ref finally jumps in to cradle a shattered, broke-down and trembling Warren to safety. TKO3, Jennifer Garner,

After: Garner shaking her head in disgust as she walks away: poor Warren helped gingerly to her stool and tended to—she breaks down into abject tears once it all sinks in what just happened. Monster performance for Jen at welterweight—she set the tone with a first-punch knockdown and never looked back as Warren just couldn’t get on track. “I’m disappointed in Estella,” Jennifer says. “I saw the kid train, I know she’s better than this, but she just couldn’t compete with me tonight, Then again, I rocked her in the first-I mean ROCKED her—she did well to get up from that shot, but I could see right there the damage had been done. I think that more than anything rattled her: starting a fight out on your back destroys your confidence, and once I took that away from her, she had no hope.” Garner’s heart thawing enough to give Warren a consoling hug in the aftermath: Estella weepy, distraught—she’d allowed herself visions of laying JEN on her back in this fight—truth is a devastating reality tonight.

Reposted by Archer 11/1/09