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9 March 2010 St Paddys Day Massacre

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St Paddy's Day Massacre: Jmac/GLN/Allen/Walsh part 1

 

Krista Allen vs Jenny McCarthy

 

 

Gena Lee Nolin vs Kate Walsh

 

 

 

 

Posted by simguy on 3/9/2010, 6:51 pm

 

BEFORE: Murph's upscale Irish pub, Manhattan...dark oak, polished brass rails, mirror behind the bar, premium scotch bottles displayed to a high ceiling; you need one of those rolling library ladders to reach 'em all.

Pogues poundin' gaelic tunes...crowd sauced: green beer and single malt.

Jenny and GLN in team colours: sturdy yellow bikini halters heavy with jug; sturdy clover-green bottoms fitted a little tougher than standard bikini; black shoes with white socks rolled down; fists taped up bare-knuck...hoodlum chic. Gena's long blonde locks loose; Jenny's in puncher's bob: they're backslappin' grinnin', poundin' back a few pre-fight Jamesons. Taller girl with an arm around shorter girl's shoulders as they leer over at the competition...

Krista and Kate opposite - a little confused - they didn't arrive together, don't know why they're both there at the same time. Kate: royal blue bikini; red hair loose and tangly; brown suede moccasins to the knee protecting her feet from hardwood.

Kris: scarlet octagon girl style uniform - boy cut legs - white belt, white shoes no socks. Brown hair long and loose; mean eyes flashing, lips snarling at the sight of Jenny.

Pogues punch up the first bars of "If I Should Fall From Grace With God..." Gena and Jen exchange big brawlin' grins and wade in on shocked opponents. Kate on Krista's right flank - red takes a swinging GLN right to the face, jerking her hard to starboard - Walsh stumbles away in shock. Jenny in with a swinging right boot to the pit of Krista's tummy...then she's rolling through on a brawny right uppercut, pitching Kris up, back and away. Jenny hopping on her right foot on follow through, nodding big.

Bartender rings the big nautical bell to 'start' the fight: GLN and Jenny are laying down walking barrages - smoking their girls big-swinging rights and lefts on the approach. Kris n' Kate hit bar - brass rail hard in mid-backs: grinnin' blondes step-to - touch up with the left to chest - start layin' in righty.

Sharp-cracking taped-fist impacts on staring faces: PAK! PAK! P-PAK! Kris n' Kate rocking back, slouching forward, facing dumb and stunned into blows. Maybe 6 feet between the fighting duos - GLN and Jenny pitchin' in cadence.

Willem DaFoe in the audience throws back his head, extends his arms, screams "IT WAS A FIRE-FIIIIIGHT!" Movie lovers in the crowd roar in drunken approval.

Kate first to clinch, tying up breathless around Gena's ribs: Nolin pushing weight on, slugging around redhead arms, bumpin' in on body meat, thumbs out to the sides to get knuckles landing flat. G slows the pace, gets beefy: left forearm puuushes Kate's throat back, bending her over the rail; right forearm claps down across heaving MILF breasts. "TASTY!" shouts G.

Krista's staring, stunned: Jenny slows the assault, gets deliberate. Blonde left hand grips brunette left wrist, pulling it up and away from body; blonde leans in, PITCHING right hand into ribs just east of Krista's left breast. Sound: like Jenny's kicking a tight watermelon. Krista bleats in pain, hugging her ribs, turning right side into bar, doubling over: Jenny's loving the angle. Blonde braces left hand atop brunette upperback; starts plowing in the right hand straight into ribs, or hammerfist down onto back. Jenny's right foot skidding up off floor as she fits in punches. Crowd oohing at Jenny's work; one dude losing his mind - shouts "Get that shit, Jenny!"

Kris hurt, but alert: she turns, wraps up Jenny 'round the hips, drives her into the audience: McCarthy ends up in the arms of some investment banker, spilling his drink on open shirt. Jen grins, licks Jamesons off pecs: broker's girlfriend comes in snarling - obliging Jenny to paste her a big Irish right hand. Slim brunette spins, pitches tummy-down on floor: she'll have a shiner she can be proud of; Jenny will get another summons.

McCarthy admiring her work, turns, eats a swinging Allen right to chin. Jmac spins to her right, staggering through crowd: Kris walking her down eyes a-blazing. Suddenly: PAK! PAK! Straight, stubby GLN right hands drive Kate Walsh backward, crossing Krista's path: Allen brought up short as red head backpedals in stupor. "COMIN' THRU!" Gena honks, stepping into Kris with a right to the chin, then continuing on after Kate. Allen punched off course, sputtering to her right: hair in her eyes, swept across right breast: she's confused, turning, looking for...

 

Paddy's day cont: part 2

 

Posted by simguy on 3/9/2010, 6:52 pm

 

Jenny drives in, tackling Kris about her waist as Allen's turning. Blonde/brunette bundle hurtles onto a sturdy carved-wood table for six - scattering patrons as fighters slide across and down to the floor on the other side. In the crowd, bouncers break up a brawl between a pretty blonde pharma-rep and an Asian lass bond trader who've caught Paddy's Day Madness.

Everyone comes up punching - Kris hunched over, taking right hands in the gut as Mac gets the edge. Gena's taken Kate for a puncher's tour of the joint - slugs big Red back to her spot at the brass rail for some quality body punching. Jenny soon arrives, just off Gena's right flank: blonde girls back in good order, slugging their opponents' midsections with thick, beefy, workmanlike pumps. Jenny and Gena's muscular backsides jiggling out a hard-working duet, anchoring the syncopated hits. Kate n Krissy all doubled up, gurgling, taking: blondes riding left hands light at their rivals' backs or right shoulders, just crammin' in righty. Bartender hits the nautical bell to end the round.

Jenny and GLN step back, glowing: Kate n' Kris are frazzled, hugging guts, trembling. Blondes embrace, hooting, slapping green-clad asses. Jenny circles her hand in the air: "SHOTS!" - then bellies up to the bar. Blondes belt back their Jamesons at the rail, while just to the right, slumping foes seem dazed, bytchy, laying back with elbows on bar. Jenny gets up on tippy toes to reach in and rap a knuckle against the bell: Gena's already crossing over to paste unwitting Kate a swinging left to cheek. Bartender rings the bell official: Kate's pitched face-first into Kris - those girls fumble with each other as blondes move in.

Allen reacts - pushes Kate into advancing GLN, ducks a Jmac roundhouse right, puts a right deep into Jenny's gut "UHH!"

Nolin hooks her left arm in around Kate's left arm at the elbow (do-si-do style) - G baring teeth as she punches right hands from this posture into Kate's left kidney. Walsh: agonized - head thrown back, back arched - pretty clear she's never been in an Irish Pub Brawl, has no clue how to handle this.

Krista's jumped past Jenny, opening up the floor: first boxing stance of the evening shows up as Krista raises dukes, sets feet. Jenny wiping lips, mouthing a curse, wading in: her roundhouse right misses over top - Kris out of the crouch with a short, ripping left/right to abs. Jenny bunched up, face forward: Krista clips chin righty, turns over the palm-down hook, stepping Jenny back a pace. Mac raises dukes, tastes split-lip blood, nods, grins...fighters circle clockwise, hands held loose at heaving chests.

KRAK! KRAK! Gena's driving Kate back with Clint Eastwood style stubby straight rights - just steppin' and driftin'. Walsh reeling, stumbling over her heels, hair obscuring right side of her face...she clatters past the crowd, heading for the billiards room. Gena brisk in pursuit: close circuit TV over the entrance shows Gena/Kate arriving on the other side - Nolin pawing a little overhand jab knock-knock on Katie's sleepy face.

Jenny's hurt...mouth open...form loose. Krista's hurt - same shabby posture...long hair greasy from combat, trailing across her breasts. Drunken semi-crouches, weaving on the spot - they're just drifting each other single lefts and rights, taking turns pasting face. One lands, the other gets shifted, then it's back the other way as crowd roars. HARD Allen right cross finally spins Jenny around, sending her reeling into the crowd...there's that same broker, only too happy to catch her again. Mac manages a crooked grin, pushes up off the guy...then hooks the taste out of that snarky brunette's mouth, sending her reeling again. Mac still grinning about it when she turns and takes a hard right: Jenny staggers off to her right, lips pursed "OH" - eyes winced shut...Krista's walking her down.

Allen takes Jenny belly-first into the rail, goes at her thus:
1.) Pair of tuff right hands into left kidney - Kris stationed just outside Jen's left buttock, left hand controlling Jenny's right elbow. Jenny's left leg buckles - her face pinched in back-agony.
2.) Kris snarling, turns Jenny around, pushes her back onto cold brass, smokes her righty.
3.) Getting serious...Jenny's eyelashes fluttering...lips parted...elbows up on the bar as she's bending loose over the edge. Meanwhile Krista's left hand has a hold of Jenny's top, tugging her-to for crackin' rights. Jenny's head tossing back, lolling forward: Krista's right leg back, buttocks shuddering as she chops in short power to chin. Krista's face: FINISH HER!

 

 

Paddy's Day part 3

 

Posted by simguy on 3/9/2010, 6:53 pm

 

BILLIARD ROOM

Kate staggers ass-back against pool table - face slack, eyes glassy. She tries a desperation right while leaning against table: G blocks with a high right, BURIES the right hand in pit of red head stomach to bunch Walsh up. Bending, G slips right hand between Kate's thighs, hoists her up cross body, drops her like a sack of potatoes onto the green felt table. Several patrons have followed the girls on in: "Get her G!" and "Finish her up, Gena - YEAH!" the common refrains.

Kate rolls to knees/forearms - buttocks in the air, forehead on table. Overhead rectangle light so bright on her body, casting dark shadows all around. G walking with a rolling, easy gait along the table's edge, runs a hand through her sweaty locks; snaps her bottoms back into place. G just off Kate's left flank: blonde reaches a lazy left hand to redhead's back; blonde kisses knuckles of her right fist for luck, then DRIVES a punch home into shivering ribs. Groan of pain, Kate Walsh...she rolls onto her back, knees bent, elbows on felt, hands up limp, face pinched.

G reaches in, slapping hands down on meat: left hand at Kate's left hip, right hand inside Kate's right thigh - sliiiding her closer to the edge. Walsh moaning - right knee bends down flat, left knee's still up...she's a mess.

Walsh moaning, gets up onto her elbows: G's waiting with hands loose at chest...Nolin twitches in that Eastwood right flat to face, punching Walsh flat to her back KRAK!

"That it, red?" G wants to know, licking her lips. "Baby, you got anything left?" Walsh moaning...head lolling side to side...bright light so close, making her squint.

Walsh blubbering...up on her elbows: KRAK! she takes that Any Which Way But Loose right hand.

Walsh flattens...left knee angles out to the side...chest shudders, then relaxes into KO.

 

 

Paddy's Day conc

 

Posted by simguy on 3/9/2010, 6:56 pm

 

BACK IN THE BAR

Jenny's left hand has a tight grip on Krista's waistband. Krista's arms dangle at her sides...her torso flops forward onto Jenny's left shoulder, then sways back as Jenny's propping.

Mac delivery short, crackin' righty - slugging Kris into stupor. Jenny all busted up, but eyes still bright with hate: Kris taking slack-mouthed, head lolling as Jenny tugs trunks, props the left shoulder, stamps out the right.

Bartender rings the nautical bell. Kris swooning, Jenny's hand still at her belt; Jenny cocks a right at her shoulder...doesn't throw. Instead, she lifts one finger from the right fist, nods at the barkeep: he pours a shot as Jenny pushes Kris aside.

G wanders back into room - her left hand securing Kate's right elbow. Walsh's head bowed, legs stumbling, hair dangling down. "She still in it?" Barkeep wants to know.

"Up to her," G shrugs, tugging on Kate's arm. "Want more?"

Kate waves her left in a wan no-mas: "'M out."

"She's out!"

"Good deal."

Jenny: left foot on brass foot rail, hunching forward elbows on bar, breathing hard.

Kris slumping with back to rail, elbows on bar - her head back, eyes blinking big, trying to clear the cobwebs.

Bartender rings the bell: nobody moves for a moment. Then girls push themselves up, raise fists loose to chests, and reel on out to the floor.

KRAK! Jenny pokes a hard left to Krissy's face. KRAK! Again. Allen sputters, shimmying drunkenly left.

Jenny misses a right hand over Krissy's right shoulder. Allen digs the short left to liver, then turns over a nastier, shorter left to chin, with plenty of elbow-chaser. Jenny's knees BENNND as she totters back...then she straightens, sways...crowd OOOOOH as it looks like she might go.

Kris wades in: "Never could take me Jen. Not on your best day." Double-taps Jen pawing left jabs, then smokes her righty: McCarthy's head jerking back, back and aside - she's backpedaling.

Kris walks Jenny down, misses hook over top as Jenny ducks: Mac bangs the short right to flat brunette gut, bunching Kris up "M-UH!"

Krissy's hurt...left hand goes to her left knee, left leg taking her weight. Fist cocked at her chest, then chops a right hand to Jenny's chin, turning it aside, loosening the legs. Jenny's left hand drops to her side, right hand at her chest: she's licking her lips, closing her eyes...then drifting Kris righty between the eyes.

Kris comes back righty.

Jenny's got the answer.

Everyone's shabby, reeling on the spot, waiting for the other to go down.

Gena: "ONE MORE JENNY! JUST ONE MORE!" 'Course, that was a half a dozen ago.

Krista finally up out of her crouch, staggering, swooning. Left eye/cheek visible - rest covered by hair. That left eye closing...opening...closing...

Jenny moving in, walking on her heels, damaged goods.

Kris loads up a right hand slow, leans into a painfully weak delivery.

Jenny just stoops, waits for Kris to slop across blonde back, then Mac just straightens up, easing Kris into fireman's carry over her left shoulder.

Krista's arms dangle down past Jenny's buns. Jenny sways under the weight, holding Kris aloft, then CROWD GOES WILD! Allen's out - KO3 Jenny McCarthy.

After: Jenny slops sleeping Krista onto the bar tits up - clears her battered face of frizzled hair - then proceeds to do Bailey's Irish Cream body shots from Krista's conquered belly button. Jenny wiping lips with forearm - falling into another exhausted hug with Gena: blondes hug it up tummy to tummy as Krista shudders, blinks, slowly comes to.

In the aftermath, Walsh looking around for her driver, Kris finally standing, but Jenny and GLN see plenty of life left in the evening.

"Whoa girls," Jenny leers, "Where d'ye think yer goin'?" In her best brogue.

Walsh: "I'm done. I'm out."

GLN: "Yeah - so you said. Trouble is, you can't both leave standing up."

Allen: "The fukk?"

Jmac: "You two go. Right here, right now - or we're going all 4 again. Either way girls - I'm good. What's it gonna be?"

Kris disheveled, all banged up, half asleep. Walsh swaying, hair down right side of her face - she's puffy and beat.

Kate and Kris turn towards each other, slowly lifting dukes in reeling form.

Pogues pound out "Bottle o' Smoke"

Punches: KRAK! K-KRAK!

 

post fight vignettes ...

 

Posted by Sceej Boxing on 3/10/2010, 8:36 am

 

... 'SNAP' ... the sound of Jenny Mac, boozy grin on face, chainsnatching Krista Allen ... and retireving the gold shamrock around Krista's neck that Jenny lost to Allen last year ... "Sentimental value ..." Jenny slurred, "Cast it out of the gold from that f*ckin' 'bunny charm' with my name on it that Kate Beckin-whatever-the f*ck-her-name-is lost to me ..."

Jenny O'Dell, back to bar ... contented beaming smile. These "St. Paddy's Day Massacres" were making her a fortune as a promoter ... and no bruises on her pretty face!

Slightly confused looking Adrianne Palicki, sitting at booth "RESERVED: SCEEJ BOXING", asking questions to trainer Scrubby McGee (McGee involved in a very close bout himself with a bottle of Jamesons) "Uhm ... Mister McGee? There ... don't ... seem ... to be ... any rules? Do the Irish people really consider this fun? Uhm ... should Jenny be kissing that man? What if ...". Adrianne's earnest stream of questions interrupted by Scrubby lightly placing index finger across her lips in univerally understood "shhhhh" sign. "Don't worry, 'Stretch' ... dese goils know what dere doin ... dere born to it ... now be a good goil and help me find da toilet ... me and dat bottle got a couple more rounds ta go."
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

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