BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on 9-29-08

Thanks to Ginny for this repost.

Jewel's move into country music bringing her into conflict with Rimes - fight seen as a valuable marketing opportunity for both. Rimes a former TE prospect (recently declassified TE training documents from years ago reveal telling comments from then TE captain Cat Bell - "Leanne hits hard, but doesn't position herself well; needs jab, footwork, defense. Attitude very poor; Dani knocked Leanne down in sparring today and LR stormed out rather than listen to my guidance. Refusal to take advice limits potential. Suggest position Leanne as a check upon Krushers' Jewel Kilcher for now..."

Jewel in white sheepskin bikini; furry white fighting mukluks; white gloves. Leanne in tan western motif bikini with fringes; fringed boxing moccasins to mid-calf; black gloves; tan suede headband. Fought in Nashville (bumping the NHL Predators to another night)

Rd 1: Jewel in frame defence (right hand cupping temple, left at chin) looking to walk Leanne down behind the rigid guard: Rimes with the solution early. L reaching in to tie up; left hand in under Jewel's right arm, gripping the lats; left shoulder in Jewel's chest - Jewel exactly mirroring the pushing-clinch. From there, both girls start POUNDING right hands to offending bodies - big, flat-knuckle whacks jammed in above left hips or tucked into left-side lats/ribs. Oh, the beef: this is HUGE body spank - girls just walking each other around, each resting her left cheek on the opponent's left shoulder while digging mindlessly away. Action so methodical and repetitive, crowd starts shouting in support of each hit - like a mob at a bull-fight shouting "Ole" with each pass. Net result of blistering trade: Rimes beaten breathless to her knees not once, but twice: she's ashen faced, baring her teeth by the end as the dreadful clinch-work does tremendous damage early.

Rd 2: Leanne so hurt to the body, she's pretty much committed to the clinch: legs won't offer her any other options. Rimes grimly reaching in - same pushing-clinch posture - girls hips back so they can set their feet and bash. Same pounding mitts on meat - girls frowning with concentration, breath hissing from pursed lips as each takes turns plowing. Midway through, Jewel's legs quake, then give: SHE sinks to her right knee - panting: Rimes hands on hips, wheezing in pain, stalks off to neutral corner as Kilcher takes an achy 8. Fight already slowing down to a thudding, slopping pace: both girls ramming away without pity, tummy to tummy.

Rd 3: Jewel from her frame guard drops heavy jabs midring - punching Leanne on her face, keeping her outside. Rimes mouthbreathing, scowling - she backs off, dukes up high, trying to renegotiate her way inside. Jewel taking canvas one step at a time - incremental, thoughtful advance behind that thudding stick. Minute mark - Jewel sells the jab, then steps in, drives a straight right hand down into Leanne's sternum as Rimes guards high: Leanne’s body jerks, grimacing, cringing as she backs away in agony. Jewel walking her girl down with confidence after that - blonde clear-eyed, methodical as she steps into the jab, touching Leanne up, then drives in and down with spearing rights from outside. Rimes grunting from the heavy right hands - backing up in pain as her elbows drop down to protect. Leanne does well to keep her feet as she’s sorely punished by Jewel in a thorough Kilcher third.

Rd 4: Leanne back inside with the pushing-clinch technique, determined to wear Jewel out. Kilcher straining against her, walking her around in the clinch, trading thick, thumping body shots - crowd once again shouting out in celebration of each beefy whack. Leanne trying to mix things up - jerking the odd right hand up inside, trying to tuck into Jewel's tummy or those hulking tits but Jewel stays focused on Leanne's flank - beating it with merciless right hands, laying waist to hip, lat, kidney and rib.

Bell: both girls mouthbreathing, left sides glowing pink as they walk back to their corners hands-on-hips, dragging in ragged breaths.

Rd 5: Jewel jabbing out of the frame - thrusting that heavy left in Leanne's face, unsettling her. Rimes poked hard, falling apart slightly - flinching; lifting her mitts to her temples, hoping for the chance to tummy-up. Halfway point - Jewel turning Rimes, stalking her patiently: Kruzher Krooner suddenly drives in with that long, spearing right between Leanne's breasts as she guards up high. Leanne sobs aloud, cringes forward around the blast, then backs off in agony and drops to her knees, hugging her ribs; her forehead on the canvas, body shuddering from Jewel's hammer blow to her midsection. Leanne rolls onto her back - knees hup, arms hugging her ribs, eyes closed, lips pursed as she wheezes for air. It's over - KO5 in brutal fashion, Jewel Kilcher.

After: Sumptuous, methodical win for Jewel - she turns Leanne back on the inside - stalks her from the outside, then stops her with the best straight right hand to the body we've seen all year. "She brought it tonight," a gracious Kilcher says of her vanquished foe. "I knew from talking to Cat she hit hard, but I didn't think she hit THAT hard! She totally took away my legs in the second round. If this is the kind of fighting we'll see in Nashville, I'm lovin' it. Anybody who wants to try fighting me the way Leanne did is more than welcome to try!"