Posted by Simguy on 3/7/2008, 7:02 am.

Before: “I will batter Sarah,” Virginie promises prettily at the podium. “I must. This losing is intolerable to me, and I have yet to face my equal in an American ring. Sarah is small, weak, not in my class: I will not allow her to finish this fight with me.” Gellar just as anxious to claw her way back to prominence—sees Virginie as the ticket. “It hurts to lose to Natalie,” Sarah admits, “I’m not over it yet, and I won’t be until I hammer my frustrations out on someone. Virginie’s going to catch a beating, because I’m not done with this division yet. I’ll regroup on Frenchie, then storm back into the the title where I belong. Ledoyen’s a stepping stone, pure and simple.” Hungry vixens in must win situation. Sarah in black bikini, small black gloves; hair in short, slick ponytail. Virginie in vivid blue bikini, small white gloves, hair in loose curls.

During R1: Sarah digging into Virginie’s breadbasket via chugging rights and lefts—batting delivery beating Ledoyen to ropes. Virginie fighting back with rights to Sarah’; face, punching her way off the rope—beating Gellar backwards with scouring lefts and right up top. Gellar ducking lo, slipping shots, answering drifting right hands to Ledoyen’s mouth: Virginie’s turn to stagger backward under stern face-punching. Back and forth—both girls lighting the other up in turn—Gellar salting away see-saw points with a brisk frisking of Virginie’s jugs at the bell.

R2: Virginie jabbing Sarah to a halt, then pounding at blonde tummy with straight arm, free-swinging lefts and rights, Gellar backed up grunting, then slugging back underneath to Ledoyen’s straining ribs, pleasing tart back and forth to taut bodies as girls pant and stamp for position. Ledoyen winning through late with right hands clouted across Sarah’s moth: Gellar forced ropeside, shows earmuff. Virginie salts away the round with big-girl body punching—just looming overtop huddled Sarah, dragging in lusty lefts and rights underneath to harm the blonde.

R3: Sarah hooking Virginie’s chin early, cleaning up spitting right hands to drive Ledoyen ropeside: Virginie rallies off ropes, slugging to Sarah’s body. Gellar breathless, retreating—weight on right foot as she claws hooks upside Virginie’s head, batting brunette off balance, Fight tumbles along ropes as girls change positions—Ledoyen emerging as stronger with a thrilling batting of Sarah’s ribs just beneath the breastline. Gellar groaning, leaning in to clinch: Virginie hard-eyed dips her let shoulder, tucks the left uppercut jagged to Gellar’s sternum. Sarah sobbing out—gutted and hurt: Virginie stays on her blonde downstairs—dipping either shoulder to lick home the hurt, Jailbreak Virginie—Ledoyen lapping and licking away downstairs—Gellar sobbing, unable to stop the stampede: blonde sitting in ropes, bleating in pain—arms outstretched as Virginie slams away hup-hup. Ledoyen loose, lithe—arms lapping up underneath into Sarah. Beating the breath from the blonde and THE REFF STEPS IN! Weepy Gellar cradled to safety as Virginie hops away the TKO3 victrix!

After: Brawling, high-tempo slugfest goes Virginie’s way: feisty French woman proving the equal of blondes in these sorts of free-swinging melees. Sarah’s distraught—well-used by Natalie and now overwhelmed by Ledoyen: pundits once again have the knives out for Sarah’s career, looking to carve her up in the press.

Reposted by Archer 4/24/10