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29 May 2010 Title Ch Jessica Biel vs Adrianne Palicki

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Posted by simguy on 5/29/2010, 6:14 pm

BEFORE: "I'm just going to make one prediction," a confident Jess Biel grins in prefight. "I'm getting in the ring with Adrianne, and it's going to be the worst experience of her entire life. Almost as bad as the experience I had watching her stumble through 'Legion'!" Pallicki letting the acting-crack pass - showing maturity by not bringing up 'Stealth'. "For the last couple of years," Adrianne says at podium, "the undersized, super-athletic lightweights have had things pretty much their own way. It's taken a while to generate a response, but I honestly believe I'm what's 'next'. I'm as physical as Jessica, but look at us: I'm way bigger; way taller. She's explosive and speedy, but I've got the jab to answer her, and if Kelly Brook hurt her, so will I. I'm a huge underdog for this fight, and I get that - but don't any of you doubt my resolve. When I get in that ring with Jessica, it's not going to be the unhappiest time of MY life: it's going to be the dawn of a new era in HERS!" Jess in electric blue Stealth bikini; white gloves; hair in slick battle braid. Adrianne in white bikini top/baby blue crochet bottoms; white gloves; long blonde hair loose, tangly/curly.

During R1: Jess quick, ballistic early - feinting with her head to set up hesitation lead-right hands. Pallicki caught upside her head, along her ribs in front, across her breasts - Biel taking delight in swiping cruel stripes across her blonde. Adrianne adjusting late - getting the jab out, staying tall: she's picking up the blitz a little better, repulsing Jessica's incursions via intercepting left hands, sliding back after poking to create gaps.

R2: Adrianne jabbing early and often - keeping Jess well outside. Minute mark, sliding right cross NAILS Biel flush to chin - Pallicki twisting on her hips, rolling through the punch with hellish leverage. Jessica reeling back from the blow, eyelashes batting, lips parted: she forms ragged earmuff, majestic buns all a-wobble. Pallicki steps-to, weight on left (front) leg, dipping left shoulder to rip the left uppercut - RIP the left uppercut - getting in there LOUD to breadbasket. Pasting right cross kisses off Jessica's high guard - Pallicki roaming counterclockwise, threatening Jessi's left flank. More right hands pound off guard, keeping Jess occupied: OH those whacking body-shot left hooks...Pallicki popping hips-right and snatching her fist off Jessi's quivering abs like vintage Tommy Hearns. Adrianne cool, focussed, heartless - eyes narrow, lips tight as she turns Jessica, beats her. Biel shabby, cringing forward: Pallicki is RUINING the champ amidships. Down the stretch - Pallicki stepping counter clockwise - jabbing Jessi's guard, or stamping the odd straight right against it...Pallicki eases back half a step, coaxing Jessica forward, then leaning in to fetch Biel a jagged left uppercut to chin! Diamond-cutter blast splits mitts/clips chin/buckles knees...Jessica's muscular legs shredding into relief - quads straining to straighten and stagger her into ropes where lesser women drop to all fours. Adrianne in hopping pursuit, unleashes a bashing, rangy, lanky-limbed four punch combo left/right/left/right against Jessica's shellshocked jugs: smashing spank-out of Biel's rack has her sagging mute in ropes, blinking in astonishment. Bolo right uppercut claps Jessica's face back, dropping hands to her waist; clouting right cross turns her face to the right - lips pursed, elbows out to either side, hands at her stomach as Biel goes out on her feet for just a second! Bell: Jessica saved as ref jumps in...Pallicki awarded 10-8 without the knockdown for beating Jess pillar to post! Jen Garner tweets from her seat: "Adrianne's taking Jessica apart!" Yvonne Strahovski wide-eyed, fists twining in her own hair as Jessi totters on the brink; Erica Durance hooting, stamping her feet, pumping her fist in support of Adrianne; Cuoco looking stunned, Ali Larter glaring coldly - both wondering what this kind of rangy power means for them.

R3: Jessica trailing a broken wing...looking hurt and destitute with a nasty shiner developing on left eye, nostrils bleeding... she's shying away from Pallicki, luring the kid in. Adrianne closes to finish: Jessica dips at the waist, drops the left to her knees (getting Pallicki to flinch backward in alarm) then lunges forward, bullwhipping the left hook up and around ala Roy Jones - walloping Pallicki to chin and sending her crashing to her back! Adrianne goggle-eyed, up once and pitching forward into the ropes - her torso shooting right through the middle strand to leave her momentarily jacknifed. Pallicki goes to her knees, extricates herself, pulls herself up: AP barely beats the count, blinking and swaying against the ropes. Stunned 8, Pallicki: HERE COMES JESSICA! Biel's eyes smouldering with dull, glassy hate - she prods the right, setting weight on left leg, then OH! the hook unleashed into Pallicki's right flank. Ripping blast snatch-bounces off ribs in behind Pallicki's right elbow: she sobs in pain, sitting in ropes, stooping forward behind her mitts. Jess bends her knees, reloads - then erupts - popping hips-right and bending her back to curl in a vicious right uppercut to Adrianne's face. Pallicki's head pops up from her gloves, then lolls back forward: she's drooping, drooping, doubled over and helpless as Jessica SWABS her back a cruel, buggywhipping right hammerfist. Jess snarling, reloading, thumping the right hand off vulnerable kidneys again...Pallicki's legs trembling, blonde girl gasping into her mitts. Jess reloads, sweeping ANOTHER cruel right across drum tight Pallicki lower-back: it's finally too much for Adrianne's long legs. Pallicki reaching forward, easing herself to all fours...Jessica blubbering in swoon, blinking back tears and bellowing. Adrianne crying, sitting back on her haunches...she SO wants to get up - trying to rise back up on her knees, but she's numb from the waist down. Adrianne kidney-punched into submission - plucky challenger's still trying to get up as the 10 count passes her by. KO3 to a cascade of boos - for the winner and STILL champ: Jessica Biel!

After: Pallicki pain-stricken - helped to her stool by attendants at both arms: savage kidney-licking simply left her helpless. Biel obviously concussed, badly hurt herself - savage power-punching taking a terrible toll on both girls tonight. Jess eventually pushing away concerned advisors...SHE WANTS MORE! Pallicki roughly pulled to her feet by her biceps - eyes blinking, left arm draping reflexively around shorter woman's shoulders. Jess with right arm wound round Adrianne's lower back - champ takes her challenger for a cruel walk of shame, earning even more boos as young blonde is made to pay for her tremendous effort tonight. Upon one complete circuit, Jess slides in behind groggy Adrianne - Pallicki just swaying/blinking on the spot, lips parted in KO'd little pout. Biel's left hand takes a firm grip on soft cashmere waistband, tugging Pallicki back into a vicious forearm smash against those humming kidneys! Adrianne's head tosses back, a sobbing wail gushes out, she ragdolls to her knees, face pinched, hands up at her shoulders for a moment before she slow-flops to all fours. McCarthy struggling against security guards; Nolin cold-cocked by an unknown redhead out on the floor (camera catches G lying face down, body jostling as someone's laying boots into slumbering ribs...but no pan up to reveal the face of the attacker!); Cuoco pleading with Medallion suits to restrain Jess...on and on. Biel seething - battered tonight, nearly stopped: she looms over Pallicki, daring other lightweights in the audience with flashing eyes/flaring nostrils as officials warily move in...like animal handlers in the Australian outback trying to secure a man-eating croc.