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7 Oct 2006 Jessica Biel vs Jennifer Garner

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Part 1

Posted by simguy on 10/7/2006, 11:56 am.

Before: Legit superfight as division powerhouses collide - Tech putting Jen all in after the Casta debacle.

"We've got Garner on the ropes," a beaming Jessica gushes in prefight, eyes sparkling. "You know - she's gotten by on reputation for so long, she's had Tractorpull hugging her jugs for so long - that nobody's ever really scraped hard at that surface to get at the rot underneath. Jen Garner is shot - there, I said it. Casta exposed it, and I'm going to permanently punch holes in the Jen Garner myth. It's high time someone knocked Jen off her high horse and put her on her ass right next to Theron and Bell."

Garner edgy, terse with press and fans alike - Jen taking the Casta loss very hard, now cornered by the aggressive Biel challenge into a very risky follow-up bout. "I couldn't say no," Jen shrugs, addressing the so-called 'tandem strategy' directly. "And they (TU) knew that. It's a no-lose situation for them after Laetitia defeated me - if I turned Jessica's challenge down, it would have been the same thing as beating me in the eyes of the media and other fighters. To me, that's smart matchmaking, but it's also very meanspirited, and I won't take that from Jessica. You want to run at me - be my guest - but if you're doing it 'cause you really believe I'm shot? That little experiment will end in tears, believe me."

Blonde-Biel in white gymnastic sport top, thin navy straps; navy boy-cut stretch shorts; white gloves; battle-braid. Jen in red gymnastic sport top, thin straps; charcoal boy-cut stretch shorts; red gloves; battle braid. Smouldering staredown - Biel stepping in nose-to-nose, asserting herself on Jen from the onset, turning away without touching gloves.

During R1: BLISTERING pace, Jess Biel. Springy-legged, leaping circus-assaults - Jess darting in with lead right hands, bouncing out with forget-me-not hooks; crouching ultra-low and exploding upwards with uppercuts-from-the-knees; pulling hooks across with weight on right foot; pulling right hands across with weight on left foot; easing back to get succulent right uppercuts off the back (right) foot. Garner getting buzzed to the chin - taking a good shot - but she's backing off - Jen showing a purely defensive look against this bewildering, jazzy assault. Garner dukes up chin or temples, scoot-stepping to her left or right - trying to step-out and catch Jessica overreaching, but Jessica just a little too rapid to time successfully. Biel the clear aggressor, sweeps the cards: Jen managing the aggression well, avoids the brunt of it, stays safe in a reckless, unpredictable first.

R2: Jen introduces Jess to a novel concept: stiff left jabs from a high, conservative guard. Biel finally brought to heel as Jen tracks ballistic blonde with good hard poke, stalling Jessica at medium distance, then cleaning her up tasty right crosses off the shoulder; jolting left hooks to pit-o'-the-paunch. Biel backing up now - left shoulder pointed at Jen, left hand dangling low, right cocked - Jess turns counterpuncher after the first minute, luring Jen forward, looking to time brunette coming in. Classy stuff - both women switching effortlessly from lead to counter as situations demand - both coming forward or backing away, circling or stepping-in, constantly matching the other's footwork. Jennifer evens up the cards, setting the tone for the fight: Garner's discipline, judgement against Biel's dynamism, explosiveness.

R3: Jabs bogging Biel down early - Jen pumping 'em in, breaking up the rush, then dropping that tart right hand off her shoulder to immediately respond in anger. Jolting right on the jaw staggers Biel early on leaves her staring: Jen brings right hand back to her cheek, pops her hips-right and cranks a GORGEOUS left hook LOUD to the Biel abdominals. JESSICA'S SHOOK! Biel stricken, all cramped up, face twisted in gut-shock: Garner very compact, elbows in, chin tucked - she snatches a tight left hook against Biel's left ear; chops a short-hacking right against Biel's right ear; dips-left and picks Jess up a nasty clipping left uppercut off the front foot and BIEL GOES DOWN! TASTY combination punching puts Jessica Biel on her back - blinking up in stupor: Jennifer Garner scowling, all business to neutral corner where she bounces on the spot, rolling her head side to side as Biel takes a creaky 8. Jessica nodding assertively 'I'm fine' to ref: ON COMES GARNER! Biel trying to walk off the apron - Jen won't have it - jabbing Jess back to ropes and just missing a savage right hand over the top. HAMMER AND TONGS! Girls slugging viciously out of compact crouches - mitts smashing spanky off full shoulders, firm lats, skidding across scalps in the withering give-and-take. Crowd screaming - you don't often see this level of animal ferocity combined with cold technical precision - neither girl sacrificing her form for the sake of naked aggression. Half way through, Biel bends in a right hand - beating Jennifer's to the mark - both girls come back hook and GARNER GOES DOWN! Jennifer dropped to HER back - crowd roaring to it's feet - Biel bellowing down, looming over Jen all stocky and muscular - ref has to coax jacked-up blonde back as Garner rolls stiffly up off her left hip. Swaying 8 Jen Garner - eyes blinking, lips parted - HERE COMES JESSICA! Biel pouncing, setting her hips, ripping a series of vicious repeat right hands to Jennifer's midsection: Garner groaning, cramping up stricken - SHE'S NOT PUNCHING BACK! Jen sliding hurt to her right along the ropes - Biel on her, eyes hungry for KO - she's STRAFING poor Jen rights and lefts! Garner slowly bending forward at the waist, leaning back into ropes, keeping elbows in and dukes up - just trying to ride this out. Biel in wide stance, shifting weight from foot to foot as she lashes hooks, bends into overhand rights, doubles up either hand, arches her back to lick uppercuts. Punches tearing into Jen's waist beneath her elbows, bouncing off her skull/shoulders - and it's all too much. No one punch does it, but sheeting action of Biel's electrifying assault visibly reducing Jen and DOWN GOES GARNER! Jen wilting forward to all fours, sitting back on her haunches: nose bleeding, eyes swelling - she's very bleak, discouraged as Biel leaps and cavorts, celebrating her victory in the round of the year. Garner beats the count at the bell - expressionless as she steps VERY deliberately to her corner, obviously trying not to go down again en route.

HISC corner concerned, but trainer calm as an air-traffic controller: "Okay, baby, it's like this: don't let her extend on you again in this fight - you hear me? Look at me. Jen: make this about her body - I don't want you winging away with her outside. You get in there and you dig her out, ok?"

R4: Garner showing tremendous resilience - form somewhat degraded by punishment, but coming forward behind a ramrod jab, punching her way in through the front door and setting up mouth-on-shoulder with Jess. Biel happy to oblige - nobody can tell her she can't go body-to-body with Jen. Foreheads grind as girls constantly shift heads from one opposing shoulder to the other. Shoulders push and bump. Muscular, horsey backsides tremble with the effort of planting and straining against a physical equal - and oh, the punching. Jessica snatching rights and lefts out wide, snapping leather off hips, lats, ribs, occasionally rolling both dukes up underneath to drum that tummy. Garner keeping dukes up inside, elbows in - she's just dipping-and-jamming short punches, picking Jess up in her torso and lungs, uppercutting her chin - all back and legs, very little arm action for Jen. Garner very crafty in the trenches, riding her cupping her left hand against Biel's right ear to hold her steady, digging away repeat right hands tummy and tits, tummy and tits - just jamming up the middle. Biel finishes up the round butt-in-ropes, getting held-and-hit at the bell as Garner recovers nicely from that disasterous third.

Biel/Garner conc.

Posted by simguy on 10/7/2006, 11:57 am.

R5: Biel proves the equal of Garner inside, outclassing brunette mouth-on-shoulder with snapping, snatching combinations. Jen staring, frowning as she's tattooed: Jess just working up and down the torso with lashing lefts and rights, systematically tidying up breadbasket, flanks and jawlines with a limber-limbed shellacking. Biel bumping-and-stepping Garner backwards - Jess with her elbows in, slashing away with compact hacking shots, working Jen Garner over bell to bell. Jennifer listless, leaning forward with right hand under her chin, left across her gut - just trying to take punches on her shoulders, slip shots by ducking underneath them. Rarely if ever have we seen a girl step-to Jen Garner, methodically beat at her body, arms and head in a relentless, patient walking pace all around the ring. Jen looking stunned at the bell, all busted up, ribs nice and pink: she's just dropped the first half of this fight to her rival and both women know it.

R6: Jen digs down once again, answering a strong Biel fifth with a strong brunette sixth. Jabs to sort Jess out at range, then channel her into shoulder-on-shoulder swapping: Garner getting the tactical situation she wants as Biel cooperates. It's ear to ear grinding at its finest - both women absolutely heartless, taking turns jerking bloodcurdling left uppercuts up into enemy torso as the other girl folds forward to soak. They club and swat short-armed clout at offending jaws as they move head position inside. They push each other into the ropes, pop their hips and treat themselves to agonizing slices of one another's dense tummy meat. They bash at one another's hips in behind protective elbows, tingling when they hear the telltale gasp of pain, or feel the hot breath of hurt exhaled onto shoulder. Heads and faces in almost constant contact - they lean forward and work with methodical, unhurried deliberation to bang out the points. Bell brings the crowd to it's feet: there are no Jessica Biel fans, no Jen Garner fans - everyone now a fan of the brutal intensity itself as girls part with dazed stares of wonder for each other.

R7: Shoulder to shoulder, ear to ear once again - Biel answers Jen's sixth with an equally resolute 7th. When one droops forward, the other pops her hips-right and jerks that left uppercut off the front (left) foot underneath - baring teeth, narrowing eyes as some of the thickest body blows ever delivered in FCBA competition are lavished upon respective torsos. It's breathtaking - both girls getting heartbreaking looks at the other's body via the left hand - crowd groaning in sympathy when one or the other is shuddering under the awful majesty of this work. They push groggily at one another's inner-elbows inside - they bump-and-swat cheeks and chins. Garner supplementing those full-blooded left uppercuts with a shorter, jerkier little right uppercut; Biel occasionally stepping-out to let Jen fall into a swat-hook up top or counter-right uppercut off the right foot. Bell: combatants swaying, glancing briefly into one another's eyes to check for quit, then trudging sleepily back to corners for repairs.

R8: Both battlers busted up, eyes swollen to slits - nobody's bouncing lively at this point, but both girls still sound in flat-footed stances, bodies still taut, punches still tangy. Jen controlling the approach with her jab - knocking at Biel's face, touching her into compliance, then channelling her in - it's Garner shaping the situations, Biel reacting, but competing hard and swapping lusty inside. Rounds all blending together at this point - tousles grinding, shoulders bumping, punches pounding into the firm flesh of biceps, chests, tummies and flanks as girls seek always to soften downstairs, before cashing in up top. The signature of this fight - the lasting image - is the merciless left uppercuts both women have established to the other's midsection on the inside. With the recipient hunching forward behind her mitts - the aggressor drops her right (rear) foot back a smidge, pops her hips-right to put all weight on the lead (left) foot and THRUSTS that left hand up and in - her left cheek often in contact with the top of the recipient's skull as the victim shudders. Becoming standard practice for one girl to ride the right hand on the other's left shoulder while gouging this shot underneath - both too shopworn at this point to deny the other these luxuries.

R9: Still a brutal, close, hardhearted affair - but Jessica's starting to catch not only the jab coming in, but a hard right hand on her jaw as Garner sets the table ever-more efficiently. Once inside, it's just a vicious, thudding tit-for-tat, but getting there is proving more expensive for Biel. Garner doing a nice job shaping the points, walking Jess into punches, then fighting hard to stay on even terms with Biel shoulder-to-shoulder. Down the stretch, Garner's finally able to push Jessica's butt into ropes: Jen's left ear rubbing on Jessi's right; Jen's left hand cupping Jessi's right ear, holding her head down; Jen's right hand jerking up and in, up and in, bashing at Biel-beef to the bell. Jessica panting, all grumpy and beat up: Jennifer makes a show of pushing up off her blonde, making Biel feel the weight.

R10: Fight even on the cards coming into the tenth - one girl's hungrier, one girl's got the drive, one girl takes the fight to her opponent with both gas tanks on empty and that girl's name: Jennifer Garner. Biel jabbed into stupor midring, clipped a hard right cross, hooked thick to her breadbasket: she turns to her right, edging away from Jen as brunette walks blonde to ropes with short, bashing pursuit punches. Apron: Jen sets up ear-on-ear, methodically digging into Jessica's lungs and tummy with either hand, always holding Biel up top with the free mitt. Jess sagging in ropes, stooping forward - when her hands creep down and seek to cover up her torso, Garner clouts and clips chin and face tidy uppercuts and clubbing blows before reaching under Biel's arms to body her against the ropes. Midway through, Jessica bleats in protest as she's stacked up - her chin on Jen's left shoulder as Garner bears her heavily into ropes - Biel's composure finally cracking under the hot press of Jen all night long. That plaintive sob enough to galvanize Jen - she redoubles her efforts to Biel's tummy - pushing in with her head to free up both hands for robust pummelling duty - shoulders rotating as compact abuse is applied. Biel's curvy legs hold her up, but she's not punching back: it's Jennifer Garner putting mitts on meat to the bell. Comes back one point duke - Jennifer Garner.

After: Standing ovation from an absolutely thrilled audience: brawling fans got the swapping and knockdowns they crave; boxing fans appreciate the subtle adjustments and tactics both women used to get their way inside. Biel ashen faced, bleak and busted up - just a blank stare of shock as the decision is announced: all she remembers is coming off the canvas to deck Jennifer twice in the third. Garner beaten unrecognizable, lifting a weary right hand into the air to acknowledge victory: vindication for a great champion put to a hard test tonight as she turns back the TU sweep attempt.

"I won this fight in the third," Jen tells cameras somewhat controversially in postfight. "I didn't win the round - I lost the round big - but Jessica thought she'd destroyed me and mentally began to let down as a result. When I firmed in the fourth and turned her back, she couldn't quite get back the edge she had at the start: as always - physically there's nothing to choose between us - it's the mental edge I have that separates me from Jess. Jessica's still a very young fighter - we forget that sometimes and it only shows up in hard fights like these. If you can get past her body and actually test her character, you can beat Jessica Biel."