Paramount Lightweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 7/7/2006, 10:46 p,/

Before: Brook a buxom thorn in Garner’s otherwise formidable side—Kelly with just the right knack for getting Jen into trouble, looks to do so again in this title challenge. “I just match up well with her,” Brook shrugs when asked to explain it. “I’m not intimidated by her, and I’ve always been able to hurt her. That’s the main thing: crack Jen a firm one or two on the chin and she’s a regular girl. I’ve the power to make Jennifer ordinary, and ordinary girls don’t do well against me.” Jennifer dismissing the notion of a Kelly Brook Mystique—looking to dispel the notion with a decisive victory. “I wanted Kelly because as well all know, she’s had her way with me in the past and a lot of people think she has some kind of hold over me. Honestly, she’s one of the more limited fighters I’ve faced, and as as it sounds, she’s just gotten lucky against me. It happens. In Kelly’s case, she’s managed to manufacture this whole bogus ‘Garner-Hunter’ rep off a few fluke punches and I’m tired of it. After this fight, I don’t think we’ll be talking about Kelly much anymore.”

Brook in hot pink lace push up, leopard print bikini bottoms. Jennifer in baby blue bikini: bra style top, surfer-chick bottoms. White gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Jen doubles up the stubby jab, prods Kelly ropeside, hands out beatdown in the first. Garner setting up shop on Kelly’s chest, weight forward, head in under Brook’s chin. Brook trying to ride her hands up behind Jen’s head: Garner pawing at Kelly’s wrists with little inside-out circling of her own hands, bringing down Brook’s guard, then clubbing her short n’ merciless to the head. Jen applying constant pressure--pushing at Brook, clouting her. Working downstairs, Jen puts together lefts and rights lefts and rights against that suspect British midriff, cramping Kelly up with a concerned frown, pouting lips. Garner busti8ng that hulking rack short lefts and rights inside—twisting her shoulders side to side to scrub away compact licks. Occasional blockbuster hooks ripped to Kelly’s flank in behind her elbow—Jen popping her hips and twisting into the shots—crowd ooking and aahing as Brook cringes, pulls desperately at Jen’s head to slow her down. Bell to bell Garner—only when Kelly staggers back to her corner is the wobbly butt obviously visible: Brook badly shaken, beaten for a 10-8 without a knockdown in the first.

R2: Jen out to clean up, trades jabs in the mouth midring as Brook successfully draws a line in the canvas. Garner trying to close, can’t penetrate Brook’s heavy stick—minute mark sees Kelly put a short, Ryanesque right hand onto Jen’s chin to send garner backward with a stumbling gait. Brook over to offence, jabbing Jennifer’s mouth, hacking over top right hands—garner stepping in fence post holes as she’s buffeted off balance, Kelly driving jen to the apron, extends on a BOOMING right cross, taking Jen neatly on the chin as she’s backing up and GARNER GOES DOWN! Brook skipping to neutral corner all pleased with herself: Jen deposited heavily on her back parallel to ropes, lurching up all creaky, shaking her head in astonishment for a shabby-legged 8. ON COMES BROOK! Kelly hopping-to, BURIES her right hand in the pit of Jen’s stomach, doubling the American forward behind her mitts with an anguished groan. Brook’s eyes light up at the expanse of back before her: clobbering side-to-side kidney swab paralyzes Jen, forcing her to clinch around quivering British thighs and backside. Ref’s break pushes Kelly back for a moment, but she’s right back in with a ringing right cross, smashing Jen’s head over the top rope as she slumps heavily into the strands, Poor Garner! Jennifer out on her feet, groggily trying to keep herself together, arms crossed—she dips to her left and right, taking withering blasts in her chest, against her skull as brook squares away and swings lusty to the bell. 10-8 back the other way—Kelly busts Jennifer up, sends her swooning to her corner for a dismal break.

R3: Garner flat footed, sluggish, but gathering herself—she rallies behind a sharp, heavy jab and clockwise lateral motion to keep brook moving her feet, Kelly scowling, keeping her dukes up to block Jen’s jab with both mitts—Brook occasionally stepping in to knock Garner’s face back with heavy poke as girls fuel midring. Both girl clinching when the other manages to come forward with purpose: ref working hard to push bodies apart, keep’em punching.

R4: Garner in desperate trouble throughout the round—Kelly pounding away to chin in close with short, drifting right hands. Jen stumbling forward, hands low, taking knock on her jaw: eye’re glassy, legs rubbery—it’s all she can do to fall in to Kelly and clinch her up. Brook busting away, but frustrated—she’s pounded Jen into a haze, but can’t get garner off her feet—often ending up swamped in the ropes with Jen desperately coiling arms around British ribcage. Jen’s mouth open and moist on Kelly’s shoulder in dreamy clinches—British vixen not doing a very good job of keeping hands free as Garner’s able to clinch her way out of dangerous spots.

R5: Garner regroups, catches second wind: stubby jabs put Kelly upright at the ropes again—not where she wants to be against Jen. Garner putting snap-snatch lefts and rights together—sampling British ribcage (both flanks), waistline, rack, and chin with crisp, compact leather. Jen bobbing after getting off, bringing her mitts back to ears—very hard for Kelly to score off the ropes as Jen moves her head/blocks effectively. Pair of lusty, ripping left hooks midway through shake Brook to her foundations—buxom Brit sinks to one knee with tears standing in her eyes, pulverized to her liver: Jennifer scowling as she stomps to neutral corner, all business.

R6: Jennifer’s taking it on the chin again! Kelly flat footed, extending the left to touch at Jen’s right glove, then leaning in with that short, crunching right hand lands with pulverizing force to garner’s jaw. Jennifer just paralyzed, mesmerized by the blows, stumbling forward in a fog. Kelly doing a better job of maintaining separation—she’ll get that clouting short right cross in, steps back, and helps herself to a clipping right uppercut as Jen staggers into it. Garner open-mouthed, glassy-eyed—taking vicious locks on her way in, then clinching groggily around Kelly’s hips: Brook savagely bashing away around the encircling arms, smashing at ribs and hips until ref’s breaks. Garner swooning badly at the bell, wandering back to her corner: trainer begging her to keep her left hand up when she’s coming in—no sign Jen’s processing the information as she slumps on her stool.

R7: GARNER BANGS BACK! When Kelly’s back hits the ropes and she doesn’t have Jen all wrapped up—Garner is battering Brook horribly I this fight. Jen grinding it out, cycling her hands to push Kelly’s wrists down, then clubbing at the sides of her head. Jen pushing at Kelly, then shifting hips-left to cram short, brutal right hands in under the left breast: Brook crying out, tieing up, legs threatening to give way. Jens left hook a beast to Kelly’s right flank and tender liver region, batting and batting away as Garner twists into vicious strokes, Bumpin’ and bruisin’—Jen goes bell to bell, beating poor Kelly into stupor: Brook’s turn to wobble all wobbly butt and forlorn to her corner, blinking back tears of hurt and wonder through 7.

R8: SENSELESS BRUYTALITY MIDRING! Jennifer just trudging forward, sometimes remembering to jab, sometimes not, looking to crowd Kelly, force her ropeside and simply bludgeon her. Kelly holding her ground, turning on short, cudgeling right hands, clanging away on Garner’s jaw over top Jen’s low left, then trying to step back to help herself to the extra right uppercut. Garner sustaining tremendous punishment I order to get her positions, but she IS getting them: Brook suffering against the ropes, weeping mindlessly, dukes up limp as Jen smashes away at head and shoulders with thudding force at the bell. Both girls shabby to stools: faces swelling, mouths open, bodies slick with sweat of their labours through 8 agonizing heats.

R9: Corner wants Jen to box, but she just can’t: all she’s got left is the heart and leg-strength to trudge into Kelly and hopefully pack to ropeside. Brook stunned and groggy, but heaving right hands with buxom force—she’s routinely clobbering Jen’s jaw with those short, drifting crosses, wobbling Garner’s backside as Jen stumbles forward, Kelly getting the better of it this round—teeing off on chin crosswise, then stepping back and cleaning up right uppercuts—two-for-one deal a steal for Brook as Jen’s form deteriorates rapidly throughout the round.

R10: Senseless, slogging brawl continues—Jen eating thick chin-checks; Kelly being bullied and mauled at the ropes; both girls clinching when they just can’t take any more. Back and forth, back and forth at he stagger—legs just stamping and quivering, seemingly on the verge of giving way, only to firm up long enough to lend stout force to desperation punching, Garner with a sustained effort to Kelly’s jugs this round, getting ion there with rising lefts and rights, lifting up that heavy rack, then falling in breathless as Kelly accepts the clinch with a sob. Brook continuing her assault on Jen’s chin—hammering Garner into stupor, but unable to coax her all the way out: Jen slugging her way through a hazy fog of hurt, fighting on pure instinct, Bell: Jennifer burdening Kelly at the ropes, just bodies up, refusing to let go until ref physically tugs beauties apart. Comes back one point duke for the winner and STILL lightweight champ—Jennifer Garner.

After: rare tears of relief and exultation from Jen—body shuddering as she covers her face with her hands and basks in the moment. Brook crying sullen, heartbroken tears—turned back by Jen in a brutal war of attrition—British lass just looking around the ring for a friendly face, finding none. Wall-to-wall slugging—Jen gets it done, but doesn’t do much to dispel the notion of brook as the anti-Garner: Kelly coming oh-so-close tonight to unseating the HISC lightweight champ.

Reposted by Archer 11/4/09.