#1 Best of 7.

Posted by Simguy on 4/13/2007, 6:45 am.

Before: It’s done--it’s signed: Brittany vs. Krista best of seven. “We Didn’t want to wait until we were 40 to do this,” Daniel tells reporters, :”we wanted to compete now, at our physical primes, and get a definitive answer, one way or the other, for all time. I’ve always admitted that Allen’s physique is superb--but she’s already been exposed as an emotional weakling by Jenny O’Dell. Krista Allen can’t take hard slogging--she folds under pressure. When  we’re finished, she’s going to know not just that she can’t compete with me in a boxing ring. This about settling who would win a competition for a role we both wanted, who would take a man away from the other; who pound for pound is the better woman. This is going to crush Krista, and that’s what I want.” Allen frosty, gritting her teeth at the sound of Brittany’s voice. “When Brittany and I walk into a room,” Krista says, voice dripping with venom, “I take attention away from her, not the other way around. She can’t accept that, and I can’t accept that she won’t acknowledge that one simple fact between us. This fight really isn’t about proving anything--people already know which of us burns brighter--it’s about forcing the truth down Brittany’s throat and taking away all her excuses. I intend to dismantle Brittany Daniel--to take her apart, body and spirit, and leave her in pieces when I’m finished. The tragedy for her, is that total, catastrophic defeat could have been avoided if she had just ONCE bowed her head to me and admitted that she’s not on my level. Now, she’s going to have to kneel.” Brittany in scarlet bikini, white gloves. Krista in soft black velvet bikini, white gloves. Seething glare down--neither vixen offering to touch ‘em up despite ref’s urging.

During R1: LEFT UPPERCUT, KRISTA ALLEN! Brittany pounces, jumps right into Krista’s intercepting lead left uppercut jagged to chin--DANIEL’S ROCKED! Brit wobbling away with a queasy “oh no” expression: Allen’s eyes smoldering, nostrils flaring as she walks her blonde down. Strapping beat down, Krista to Brittany.

Allen reusing to spare the lash--she beats Brittany methodically, rhythmically stroking her flanks lavish punches, sapping the strength from muscular blonde.

Kris upright, alert--prodding her left at Daniel to measure her, then striking with vicious whiplash rights--leaning in to pull the blows onto Brittany with slinging leverage. Daniel sponging single shot spanks in her back, on her left lat, across her temple. Occasionally, Kris folloows up with raking hooks--popping her hips-right and digging at Brittany’s chest and face, beating her into the ropes.

Daniel swooning--right under her chin, left across her tummy--right shoulder angled into the ropes as she’s trying to present her left side. She’s hurt, she’s soaking, she’s standing on one spot, suffering Krista’s fury. Bell: Allen chests up, sniffing at the hurt. Daniel firms at the hated touch and scent of her foe, standing defiantly against her until ref moves in.

R2: Brittany shakes it off, shows mature judgment and fresh leg in curving in towards her foe rather than pouncing straight on. Daniel much more wary, more effective--feinting Allen, stooping to jab her tummy, straightening to hook her breasts. Krista snarling, trying to time Brit for harm, but blonde legs motoring Daniel around at a darting, bouncing pace--very hard to draw a bead when Brittany doesn’t want beads drawn. Sharp, biting exchanges--initiated by Daniel, defended and countered by Allen--this is startling, leggy stuff of the highest caliber. Down the stretch--Brittany feints Krista into a gloves-front crouch--sweeps a sidearm right whip-shot into Allen’s side: instant cringe-and-buckle from sleek brunette. Daniel crouching forward on follow through, very close to Allen--Krista straightens--Daniel erupts into a sudden torquing hook and ALLEN GOES DOWN! Head swivel--Allen caught, shocked, and dropped to her back--she’s propped up on her elbows, eyes blinking in wonder> Brittany pounding her mitts together and BEAMING down at sultry foe: blonde fighting with her heart on her sleeve--thrilled to have dropped Krista and letting the whole world know it.

R3: First true two-way round of the fight--wide ranging vut-and-thrust boxing from two of boxing’s fittest. Smoldering, intense glares from Krista: range of emotions from Brittany varying from disappointment at Krista’s touch, to elation on scoring against Allen. Wonderful, supple torso movement wowing the crowd--both women able to slip multiple punches with sexy undulations from the waist, Glossy quads shredding into relief as each girl walks or hops confidently to spots. Both working the jab--pumping heartlessly at opposition eyes, strategically to offending tummies, smugly to offending breasts. Both showing a commitment to the body via a slinging, vicious sidearm right--a real strapping shot lashed in above the left hip--crowd groaning in excited sympathy every time one or the other lands that bloodcurdling blow.

R4: More of it--stop and go action as lithe beauties step to positions, commit to short, sharp exchanges, then  disengage to use the ring, Tidy, slick give and take--but action is to Krista’s liking: girls are generally fighting at medium distance or greater, potshot ting each other off feints and jabs--very little hot tossing inside as preferred by Daniel. Brittany doing well here--her ballistic frame holding its own against Allen’s sinewy, lankier chassis on the outside--but during the break, trainer tells her; “When you hot her that right hand in the body, step into her Brit--I want you right on top, snapping off your combos. She Can’t match your hand speed baby--beat this girl up shoulder to shoulder, okay?”

Daniel/Allen conc.

Posted by Simguy on 4/13/2007, 6:46 am,

R5: Krista jabbing to perfection--intercepting Brittany on blonde pounces; pre-empting/disrupting blonde offense; steering/positioning blonde around the ring. Allen building off aerial supremacy--placing that slinging right hand repeatedly above Brit’s smooth left hip, drawing pained winces; startling Brit with hooks off the jab to mouth and breast; batting sequences of hooks forcing Brit to turtle up and bounce into ropes. From midpoint on, Allen’s walking Brittany down, mounting attacks at the ropes as Daniel covers up and soaks. Shutout Allen--she flashes a glance over her right shoulder as she’s walking away at the bell, looking Brittany over for signs of quit.

R6: Krista tightening the noose a little now: she’s dictating terms, initiating contact, and getting the better of bitter exchanges. Allen’s jab crisper, crueler: Daniel’s left eye starting to swell under the constant, stinging touch of her tormentress. Daniel now shying away, visibly distraught whenever Allen lashes that sidearm whip-right to the body: blonde ribs just aren’t designed to bear up under that punch for 10 rounds. Krista smooth, calm--whenever Brittany launches reprisals--Allen fades the pressure, keeps her hands up, blocks shots and counters via tidy hooks. Brittany put wobbly butt at several different points--Krista showing a little too much respect in not immediately pouncing and seeing if she can get Daniel in serious trouble. HMK corner: “Baby, she’s outboxing you, you hear me? She’s outfoxing you Brittany and you gotta rough her up. You gotta fight this girl, okay> You put your hands on her now--you get out there and you make CONTACT!”

R7: Brittany up tempos, takes the initiative as Allen goes on the defensive, Kris difficult to hit clean: left across her body, right up at her left cheek as she steps back, pivots, dips away from pressure, Daniels stepping with, tightening the stroke--she’s just rifling out straight left and rights, skidding and scuffing her punches off Krista’s supple defenses, Daniel able to hound Krista with these glancing blows until Allen’s back hit’s the tropes: Brit churning her first serious combinations, batting at Krissy’s flanks and ears as brunette covers up. Good stuff, toe-to-toe: Allen loose and supple, bouncing gently off the ropes as she twists-torso to distribute punishment; Daniel putting ‘em together robust--back and shoulders hardening into relief as she gets off. Daniel trying to fit close-in uppercuts through Krista’s guard down the stretch--nice jagged delivery as blonde jerks ‘em in for points at the bell.

R8: Pendulum continues to swing Brittany’s way. Now it’s DANIEL banking that vicious right hand whip-shot in above Allen’s hip: Krista biting down on cries of pain, stiffening behind her guard, and helpless to prevent Brittany from pushing in close. Girls banging away in tight--faces rubbing, shoulders bumping--this is Brittany’s fight. Constant, scrounging action--Kris keeping her head in close to Brittany’s; hands stacked at her tummy in a loose low-block posture. Daniel leaning in--her hands loose at Krista’s shoulders to gentle pull and position her--then snapping at the Allen tummy, tits or chin. Kris slowly getting banged up here--Daniel landing much the louder punches, thrilling the crowd with her spanky, abrupt rips, Daniel’s sharp, jerking right uppercut starting to pick Krista up routine as Allen’s tilting forward, trying to bury her face in Brittany’s neck for protection in close. Bell: Krista slightly wobbly butt back to her corner, looking frazzled, long eyelashes beaded with tears; upbeat Brittany’s got a second wind.

R9” Girls close midring: Brittany jabs Krista; Krista covers up, leans in close; m Daniel swats compact hooks to cuff Allen to brunette left. Kris thinks she’s out of range: Daniel with that sudden coiled-spring pounce rifles a lead right straight off her  shoulder, startling Krista in the mouth, Allen backpedaling: Daniel steps with, doubles up that rifle-right, poking it to Allen’s face, knocking her head back--Allen hits ropes, Snik-Snak right/left in the waist cripples Krista: sob of pain finally escapes stoic brunette lips as Allen wrenches forward. Daniel crouching in close, left shoulder in Krista’s chest: jerky right uppercut picks Kris up sudden; another on; another one--Allen dazed, taking punches, Biting hook, Brittany Daniel--Kris caught on her face and startled again--brunette relaxes into ropes, hands drooping.

Daniel cuffs Allen a hook to right cheek; quick-time jabs Allen’s left cheek with the same hand; drops the tidiest right hand of the fight onto Allen’s chin; crouches down to put the right shoulder into Krista’s chest. Allen swooning, reaching weak to clinch: Daniel shifts weight to square up, sensing her foe’s collapse, pushing Allen rough in her shoulders. BLONDE JAILBREAK! Daniel UNLEASHING hell--torrid lefts and rights in rising arcs--her elbows in--leverage coming from her legs and back as she tears at her foe’s sulking tummy, tits and exposed face. KRISTA’S OUT ON HER FEET! Allen drooping, coming part--hands down--Daniels face brightening with unspeakable glee--her body PULSING with fresh vigor at the sight of Krista’s slumping frailty. THE REF JUMPS IN! Brittany’s screaming in triumph; Krista collapsing in the man’s arms--TKO9 Brittany Daniel.

After: Brittany unrestrained--effervescent in victory--she’s all over the ring, hugging and kissing any unsuspecting bystander within range. Poor Krista: in control at the half, she gives in to Brittany’s strength and quickness, slowly relinquishing the lead until Daniel simply pours on for the finish. Daniel heartless as expected as gloves are removed--fluffing up her hair, she marches to a shabby, inconsolable Allen--roughly pulling the brunette beauty to her feet by her left arm. “May as well get used to this,” Brittany hisses, causing tears to well up in Krista’s proud eyes: strong blonde tight arm slides ‘round defeated brunette hips--Daniel takes Allen on a scalding walk of shame. Brit stopping to pose Krista for cameras--blonde grinning, holding up her left index finger “Number 1”. BLONDE! Magazine predicting a sweep as Allen’s collapse looks eerily familiar.

Reposted by Archer 8/28/11.