Unified Welterweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 10/15/2005, 10:07 am.

Before: Champ getting her first true big-woman test: Wilson a definitive welter, a former champ and coming off the biggest win of her career over Stacy Keibler, looks to dethrone the usurper. “I’ll expose Jenny O’Dell for the fake she really is,” insists Wilson in prefight. “I look at that skimpy body and I think ‘how the hell is this girl going to take my punches?’”

O’Dell relishing the challenge, knows that beating Torrie goes a long way to establishing welterweight credibility. “Torrie’s a little bigger than me, a little heavier,” Jenny admits, “but I think the media’s making too much of her size advantage. Ask yourself this: Who’s tougher? Who scrappier? Who’s got more heart? Who’s got the best technique? I’ll gladly give up pounds to Torrie, knowing that I’ve got all the other cards in the deck.” Intriguing test—Jenny in punching pink bikini, short ponytail; Torrie in silver/white bikini.

R1: Jenny tossing right hands at Torrie’s head midring: Wilson keeping the left at her temple to block, crouches and packs simultaneous right hands thick to the pit of O’Dell’s stomach. Jenny getting the worst of thumping trade, bumped back to ropes, grimacing from heavy shock landing on her waist. Middle minute all about O’Dell attempting to fight her way off the ropes—savage lefts and rights flung hard to Torrie’s head and shoulders, but challenger’s too brawny: Wilson ducking under it, reaching under Jenny;s arms and bodying her time and again to the ropes. Torrie muscular, palming Jenny b the shoulders, loading up and swinging thick amidships. even bludgeoning fat, illegal forearm smashes across Jenny’s upper back. O’Dell growing sullen, right at cheek, left at gut, trying to stay compact, but big blonde keeps piling into her, upsetting Jenny’s stance. Final minute just Torrie pounding wrecking ball lefts and rights against Jenny: O’Dell’s arms hammered numb; O’Dell’s jugs pancaked. When a jerking right uppercut fits snug to solar plexus—champ sinks sleepily to one knee, eyes a-blinking, mouth open.. Wilson crowing down, beaming heartily—she’s thumping her chest, hooting en route to neutral corner. Jenny reeling, shaking her head: Clearly lolling on ropes and letting Torrie beat her senseless isn’t going to be a winning strategy tonight.

R2: O’Dell shaking off punishment, comes reinvigorated, determined to get those points back. Jenny working behind the jab now—hard, stiff pokes between Torrie’s jugs—O’Dell stepping left, turning the bigger girl, making Wilson move her feet, Jen committed to hard punching—she’s driving in with serious right hands off the jab, ducking down with weight on the front foot, then lurching up to carry the hook thick into Torrie’s ribs, Wilson grunting, but hard to move—she’s soaking uo Jenny’s shots, willing to guzzle 2 or 3 to get one of her own in. Torrie having some middle-minute success, wading into Jenny’s jugs—O’Dell backed up by swinging two-fisted thump, but turning at the ropes to prevent being pinned down. O’Dell wrests control away from Torrie with a spirited brace of jabs while rotating left—Jen able to set down the hardest right hand of the night, turning Torrie’s face sharply starboard. O’Dell finally backing Torrie up, consolidates in Wilson’s jugs—walking barrage of short-shrugging lefts and rights pounds Torrie’s breasts side to side, leaves her breathless at the bell. Jenny’s eyes blazing—she chests up, gets in Torrie’s face: champ leaving no doubt about how combative she’s planning to be tonight.

R3: HAMMER AND TONGS! Torrie loading up and swinging from the hips—she wants Jenny out of there. O’Dell daring the storm, but doing it smart—touching Torrie the jab and leaning in with straighter right hands on the chin, ducking down to let the big shots pass over the top, then collecting lean-away hooks on the chin. Furious early melee ends as a badly chin-chipped Wilson WOBBLES TO ALL FOURS! Torrie open-mouthed, glass-eyed—Jenny exhorting the crowd as she stomps to neutral corner, pink trunks a-jostling,, Tattered 8 Wilson--Jenny pounces on her: O’Dell immediately scoring a robust swinging right off the left (front) foot, then a clanging left off the right foot. Torrie put wobbly butt by face-spank, staring, but showing tremendous strength—she’s still standing AND slugging back, lifting Jenny’s juggs up a ponderous rising left and narrowly missing the chin a blunt right hand. OH THEY SWING AWAY! Jenny in there jip and tuck—moving her upper body as she punches to combine offense and defence. Torrie taking flush on the chin, but too strong to budge—she’s smashing away at Jenny’s arms and flanks in liu of difficult  head shots. Bell: both blondes still pitching—ref has to jump in to separate jiggling welterweight beauties, forced to physically walk Jenny back to her corner. Champ fighting as though she’s the CHALLENGER tonight.

R4: Is Torrie punked? Wilson looking a little gunshy—face puffy from countless JOD wallops—Torrie trying to work behind her jab, keep Jenny off her,

O’Dell sensing reluctance goes into overdrive: face beautiful/terrifying to behold as she goes all out to erase Torrie. O’Dell lunging in right hands over Torrie’s jab, jumping in hooks to catch Wilson staggering away—Torrie battered and vexed along the ropes as she stumbles to her right. Jenny in savage pursuit, leaving her feet to get at Torrie—it’s wild, but the sheer aggression has Wilson on her heels. Torrie beaten corner to corner along the apron, punches skidding off her eyebrows, temples, shoulders. Firm clouting right hands on the chin knock Torrie’s knees together and she looks to clinch, but Jenny won’ have it: O’Dell ducking her head, rotating her shoulders and POUNDING Torrie to the gut to bump her hips back. Wilson falling part, right arm over the ropes for support: Left hand covers her ear as she TURNS HER BACK TO CRINGE FACE FIRST AGAINST THE ROPES! Jenny SAILS in—crowd screaming—right hands bury THICK into tanned lower back, sending shockwaves through the beef. Torrie’s knees buckling—a let hand caroms off Wilson’s let shoulder; a right pounds between the shoulder blades. Jenny shifts left, leans in close and SHE’S DIGGING RIGHTY TO KIDNEY! Glove landing flar ad moist, pounding over and over to the same area and THE REF STEPS IN! Poor Torrie sobbing, doesn’t want anymore—Monstrous TKO4 for the inner and STILL champ—Jenny O’Dell!

After: Brutish, even barbaric struggle leaves one girl in tatters: Jenny O’Dell delving into the deepest pit of her psyche to come up with this win. “I couldn’t believe how heavy her hands were in the first round,” champ admits, white towel looped around her neck. “She beat me to my knees with BODY SHOTS! I couldn’t believe it, and when I got back to my coner, we knew we had to deny Torrie any more chances. It was risky punching with her, but believe me, it would have been riskier doing anything else. If I’m going to handle these big girls, it’s going to be by beating then t punches, hitting ‘em hard, and not letting up until they go down.. I have to find the punk in these girls or they’re going to roll me over!”

Archer

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