BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by Simguy on 11/12/2006, 12:37 am.

Before: Meeting on-set of “Las Vegas” sets Hollywood tongues a-waggin: FCBA date made to settle all the burning questions left unanswered by reportedly tempestuous, closed-door slugging sessions. “She was very jealous of me,” says a matter-of-fact Jewel in preflight. “Normally, when you guest star on set, you spar a few rounds and it’s nothing serious--but Nikki was trying to take my head off. It was very intense and she deliberately mugged my jugs--she’s got a lot to answer for in this fight.” Cox fuming her side of the dais, clearly agitated by the mere sight of Jewel. “The only thing more pathetic than a singer trying to act,” Cox snarls, “is a singer trying to fight. If Jewel weren’t a Krusher, she’s be a Hooter’s waitress fighting for tips on Saturday nights--she’s an embarrassment. I kicked her butt on my show, now I’m gonna kick even more of her butt on HER show. When there’s no more butt left to kick, I’ve leave her alone!”

Jewel in white bikini top, baby-blue cashmere crochet bikini bottoms, white gloves. Nikki in pink bikini with white polka dots (twist tie top), white gloves.

During R1: Jewel calm behind her frame defence: right hand cupping her temple, left at her shoulder, chin tucked as she crouches forward. Nikki banging away at the tight Kilcher guard--lusty, swinging lefts and rights bashing off shoulders and mitts; marauding hooks banged against the chest--Nikki baring her teeth as she tries to hammer her way through Jewel’s defences to get at tender meat beneath. Kilcher rides out early fury, starts jabbing to take initiative in the second minute: jolting, thrusting left hand poke, straight off the shoulder. Final minute--Kilcher’s stepping Nikki backward, sweeping the right roundhouse in above Nikki’s left hip; hooking her heavily in the right flank to put Cox grimacing ropeside at the bell.

R2: Nikki brawling again, swinging away wide, belting Jewel about her head and shoulders Kilcher covers up nice and tight. Cox mixing it up better this round--pounding her mitts off Jewel’s waist and flanks as well as shelling the noggin. Jewel covered up, very calm as she blocks the majority of Nikki’s punches--chopping back the jab at points just to probe the openings. Some spirited hooks to offending jugs from both women--big, ranking wallop being applied to cleavage as both girls look to humble opposing rack.

R3: Jewel showing more professionalism: she’s tighter defensively, more economical with her punching, more useful with the jab. Nikki getting all banged up as Kilcher stays safe behind rigid defences, blocks shots, then scores with thrusting jabs to face, robust rights and lefts to body. Cox steadily worked to the apron--she’s breathing hard, starting to lay in a little with Jewel--brunette looking to crowd, hoping to smother blonde leather. Kilcher muscular--bumping for room, keeping her punches nice and tight, Final minute sees Jewel press her attack to Nikki’s rack with very beefy hooks--just cranking away as Cox snivels, back-on ropes, taking a shellacking from Kilcher at the bell.

R4:Bashing trade midring--both women working hard, grinding away forehead to forehead, sloshing rights and lefts to bodies and jugs in close. Midway through, Nikki rips a tidy right uppercut, banging back Jewel’s head: follow-up hooks have Kilcher stumbling sideways to ropes in disarray. Nik steps in thick--big right hand takes Kilcher low in her belly as Cox leans in on follow through--JEWEL TAKES A KNEE! Kilcher’s eyes welling up, lips quivering--beautiful body puts blonde down, bringing back nightmarish images of Neve Campbell in the process. Jewel rallies off the canvas, takes her 8--but she’s hurt: Nikki able tyo pile on, slop to jug with both hands bangin’ to the bell.

R5: More hard fought, bitter slogging in the trenches. Forehead on forehead--women exchanging hooks to throbbing tummies, then doubling  up to bang offending rack--each turning over the hook in tight-curling arcs. Right hands kept close to skulls or chins, but both beauties dropping it in short to cheeks and chin. Both cycling their hands to push down on the other’s mitts, opening up jaw lines to abuse--steady two-way attrition sees the round finish up with jewel getting out-worked, her buttocks sadly in the ropes at the bell.

R6: Jewel gets back to discipline, to technique--stepping into Nikki with that chopping jab out of the frame-guarding, blocking the Cox receipts up top and accepting body shots as the price of advancing on the brunette. Cox lumping up--she’s just facing into Jewel’s hard poke--blonde dictating terms, backing brunette up. Soon as Cox’s back hit’s the ropes, Jewel goes body with both hands, then creeps up-torso, smashing at ribs en-route to jug, Steady, thorough pasting dished out by Jewel--she’s at her best when she processes her opponent rather than simply swapping shots toe-to-toe.

R7: Relentless, coldblooded Jewel stalks her prey. Hard, banging jabs smash at Nikki, putting a drowsy stare on her face. Kilcher stepping into Nik, bumping her after punching, always pushing her back” Cox quickly bullied to ropes, tilting forward behind her gloves to crowd Kilcher’s offence. Jewel very compact with her punches: short, pulverizing rights dropped onto Nikki’s face; reefing hooks taking Nikki in her ribs behind her right elbow; clouting hooks turning Nikki’s head aside as Jewel punches past the defences. Cox takes a knee in the second minute, then is viciously beaten along the ropes in the third. Savage  penetration to the jugs has Nikki in stupor--brunette wilting to her knees in astonishment after Jewel cleans up every last scrap of rack. Kilcher scowling, eyes blazing at Nikki as blonde stalks away at the bell--Cox badly mistreated this round, visibly shaken.

R8: NIKKI QUITA ON HER STOOL! Cox trainer waves off the ref--this one goes TKO7 via submission as Jewel pounds the verdict out of Nikki’s hulking rack.

After: Jewel slamming her way to supremacy--lot of jug-envy resolved tonight as Kilcher pummels Cox into submission. Jewel prettily prancing the ring, hands held high--Nikki sullen, resentful as Jewel’s magnificent breasts bounce on by--BUT KILCHER’S NOT DONE! Jewel finishes up hands-on-hips in the Cox corner, demanding Nikki offer tribute, then forcefully hugging groggy-brunette to her feet. Cox blubbering in protest--SHE wraps up Jewel’s head, pulling blonde face into cozy brunette mounds, but Jewel’s able to struggle free. Staggering embrace as girls battle and writhe in the Cox corner--each trying to secure the other’s hand, get her snug, then seal face-to-jug.

Slowly but surely, it’s Jewel.

Nikki blubbering, her right side to ropes, left arm trapped in against Jewel’s body as blonde awkwardly pulls at Cox from the side, Kilcher licking her lips as she works hard to twist Nikki around, finally squaring the brunette against the ropes and muscling in on her. Reverse-sleeper secured: Jewel snakes her left arm around behind Nikki’s head, taking hold of the Kilcher right bicep while Jewel’s right hand cups atop Cox’s  damp scalp, Jewel finally smiles as she feels her breasts push into position: blonde resting her left foot in the bottom cable  while leaning forward, pressing Nikki to a seat on the turnbuckle. Poor Cox! Nikki just suffering in clammy confines--her hands on Jewel’s hips: Kilcher squeezing and cinching, making little adjustments and tightening--she’s got Nikki SNUG!

Cox growing inexorably weaker--she droops in stages until finally--Jewel releases with a flourish, smiling broadly as Nikki wilts to her haunches. There’s Nikki: eyelashes batting, lips parted, face all shiny and damp, hair disheveled--she’s all used up and jug-drunk as Jewel grins down, hands on triumphant hips.

Reposted by Archer 6/20/10.